Fable of Malachi -Exile-

Exile

Tired and beaten for miles they filed
The traitorous fae were henceforth exiled
Their magic was stripped their weapons on racks
Their beautiful wings were torn from their backs
The people watched on not one word was said
Their fate was sealed they had made their bed

Malachi silent, though anger still burned
He followed his men no lesson he'd learned
Before the portal Malachi stood tall
He turned to the king and swore they'd all fall