America a Prophecy by William Blake -- mine this section or another

[hengest]

This is the opening of the Prelude, interpret, mine, or do whatever with it as a game aid.

The shadowy daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc.

When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode;

His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron;

Crown'd with a helmet & dark hair the nameless female stood;

A quiver with its burning stores, a bow like that of night,

When pestilence is shot from heaven; no other arms she need:

Invulnerable tho' naked, save where clouds roll round her loins,

Their awful folds in the dark air; silent she stood as night;

For never from her iron tongue could voice or sound arise;

But dumb till that dread day when Orc assay'd his fierce embrace.

[hengest]

A very basic mine, with a touch of literalism to spice it up:

The Red Orc, uncertain master of his domain, has filled his country with shadows so thick that no eyes but his can pierce them.

Two weeks ago, those in countries nearby, taking pity on his servants and fearing for his ward-hostage, maiden-warrior daughter of Urthona, began to send auxilliary mini-suns to pass over that land and give some light to the foggy dream of night in which it abides. These orbs pass over the land of the Red Orc and fall to earth, still magical but exhausted and pitiful, a little ways outside that realm of shades. 



[alter as you will and game]