The Askance Chapter 4 Part 2b
In a sudden, I felt immerse with a power beyond my understanding
Awash with a newfound strength I might hope in rendering
In the meantime, shadows from the piled skeletons around were coming to life
And from the enormity of the dead, how much of the minions are imaginable to arise?
An indescribable stench has already began to stale the air
A retching gorge is all there is to feel upon this up-heaving blair
Before long, Alkaiya was already darting arrows by the quiver
And from each shot, came the inhuman shrieks echoing thereafter
With a will of its own, my sword began lashing out its fatality
Every blow promising a kill beyond any state of brutality
More and more, they gather amongst like an unsettling shadow
Meaning to slaughter without much of a heart to truly follow
Yet, every critical strike were parried or defended in despite
My gratitude to either Alkaiya or the sword to aid me this night
Pretty soon, the hundreds before were already narrowing down
Till finally, the very last of the minions were slain to the ground
Overwhelm by relief, we made certain there is to be none still alive
Though barely able to catch our breath as well, we did survive!
Striding then to find ourselves for perhaps a safe settling to hide
We heard from a distance, a horn being blown into the night
Crucified, I could have sworn my blood was chilled to the bone
Yet I felt drawn to the resonance by a will not of my own
Alkaiya was immediately beckoning me to hurriedly move along
Jerking me from my disorientation before my soul is to begone}
“Sir Knight, hear naught the horn from the disclosing distant
For it belong the echoes of the Leech-King be listened
We ought to continue forth to find shelter from death
To discern what lies behind, to concern of time that was theft
The horns of the King… when its heard from when its blown
Is the welcoming of death when its life never to own
The horn symbolizes the institution of the Leech hunt
And with you still unfamiliar, its only wise to continue our run
And to truly be wholesome once more, must you seek the Goddess of Word
To answer to the call and be known of your presence to be heard
I cannot give words to the terror the Leech-King can unleash
To only say when its the demon to encounter, its of death to wish
These forested growths should be able to provide shelter for the night
For time is soon where the chase is to cease from first light
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2017
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