Before the Gates of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 30
Brave are the knights and their mounts,
to face hates abominations,
many of them were falling,
under the weight of Hell, they fell.
Still, we see many standing,
they fight on with such angry power,
It seemed they would not stand for long,
honour kept them in the fight.
The knights did surely need rest,
some began to sway under enemy strength,
the heavy armour was sapping them,
Only power of spirit held them aloft.
Many fell within their armour,
without heads, arms, legs and heads,
Still, look how their weapons bite home,
the enemy are falling.
Behind the main units of foot,
some men stood, not seeming in the battle,
these warriors ran to the right,
they formed into a unit as they ran.
These, those souls who had run from the field, earlier,
fear seemed to have left them now,
they formed on the right flank,
fully formed they looked a sorry site.
Forward they did march,
pride swelling within them again,
they marched straight up the right,
look at them now and wonder,
someone yelled, "Forward,"
this rag-tag unit was off,
the unit ran towards the enemy,
each man ready to die for Alahsar.
Now, all the first knights were in the battle,
they thought like the red,
once more they fought for the life of Alahsar,
they thought with love's desire.
As they did run into battle,
can we see the golden gates open?
Yes, the great golden gates do open.
A golden warrior is seen.
it is the golden king,
from gold rode gold,
with the golden king rode the royal guard,
out they came at a charge.
200 of Alahsar's best followed the king,
this was the last card played,
they rode onto Badicha,
the earth thundered below them.
Now Badicha was filled with knights,
enemies, warriors and spiritual beings,
this was the final fight for existence,
No more forces could be called on.
It was truly to the end,
the fate of the world in one monumental moment,
the right flank might soon crack,
terror was in many eyes.
The wolves were indeed a terror,
they had no fear,
their mouths ever ready to rend,
blood and saliva dripping from their mouths.
Their claws ever ready to tear,
they could rip through armour,
the wolves could give forth a terrible death,
yet this death had to be faced.
To Be Continued..........
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment