The Crypt
When time has dropped down low
and all the sullen warriors gaze,
the subjects will hear the sound
of a war in a new phase.
The tiny dwarf swallows
more than he can say.
Illustrious are the courts of joy
that bring a holiday.
She enters slowly into the crypt
and signals to her men.
The fever that has made them sick
will now come once again.
Surrender to the goblin horde
down in the castle gate
something that will bring us more
than a severed fate.
Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2024
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