He Came In With a Fury
He arrived on the back of a wild ferocious beast
He came with a fury that originated way back in the east
The tormenter is on the way, he is leveling every town!
We began to pack up our bags, without much of a sound.
He’s in it for vengeance, they say our kin killed his kin.
We ran as fast as we could, to the tavern next to the inn.
We are not fighters, we argued, wondering what next to do.
We were out of time; the doors opened and in the beast flew.
The rider was ruthless, brought hell with him in the form of an axe.
He slashed and he gashed, and we fell down; these were the facts.
A one man army, hell bent on revenge to make us all pay.
I knew I was a goner as he advanced on us, that very day.
You, he said, pointing to me, you have one second to leave.
He was holding an axe that could have been a meat cleave.
I ran like I had never run before, a chicken’s way out dance.
He left as suddenly as he came, the others had not one chance.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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