Before the Gates of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 13
Before the great golden gates,
in the long ago,
battle was to be waged on Badicha plain,
Soldiers of the Dark Ones come,
to destroy the lands of light,
upon the mighty silver parapet,
many stood and watched,
an angel stood,
sweet womanhood,
in her wondrous prime.
Her soft brown eyes,
they beheld a black sea,
would this be the end of all dreams?
would darkness come upon this scene?
she watched intently,
this Warrior Queen,
as manhood marched from Alahsar,
through golden gates, they marched,
they were a wondrous dream,
the mighty splendour of Alahsar.
Brave the knights that rode away,
regaled in golden finery,
they did shine with golden light,
kissed by Sol's celestial beam,
followed, they were, by infantry,
they did march so bold and strong,
bedecked in summer's brightest colours,
a glorious sea to behold.
Brave indeed, were these soldiers,
with hearts of steel, they marched away,
glory and honour,
within battle's horror,
Upon the plain of Badicha,
before the gates of the golden city,
a battle for the survival of light,
fighting to whatever end would be sung.
Womanhood did watch this day,
forbidden by the king, to fight,
As Fathers, Brothers, Uncles,
Lovers did march away,
Into the light of glories dawn,
the golden glory shining bright,
which, ever did shine,
on the golden glory that was Alahsar.
Our Warrior Queen stood tall,
she stood with the other women,
they longed to be on the field,
atop those bright battlements of silver,
they could but await the outcome,
a fire blazed in her brown eyes,
she stood on the smallest part of the wall,
above the great golden gates.
Both sides now,
light and dark,
they faced each other,
across the emerald sea,
The Dark forces,
their Spiders and Spider Riders on the flanks,
Arlaghs were in the front lines of the centre,
merciless, murderous beasts,
Behind them the Goblin Wolf Riders,
The light force,
there armoured knights on both flanks,
the infantry,
they stood row on row in the centre,
the archers were mostly ranked behind the infantry,
small groups are on the flanks,
both these armies in expectation,
they waited for the command to strike.
To Be Continued..........
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2019
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