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Before The Gates Of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 24

They were hard-pressed on all sides.
only shot, stabbing strokes could they give,
they were carried on a wave of hate, 
their muscle's ached and pain did sing,
the time to push forward one last time.

The main battle unit of foot,
they have stopped moving back,
once more forwards, 
slowly they sing death's song.
Once more the Arlagh feels their sting,
this had to be their last push,
their strength was ebbing,
the blood would have to flow.

The cavalry on the left, 
all their arrows had been loosed,
now, sword and spear to battle,
half of them attacking the enemies left flank.
The other half now though for survival, 
the enemy hidden, they came out of the trees,
live or die, Alahsar's own fight 'til the end,
only time knew the outcome.

The mother of the storm and her army,
they were now split into three units,
the mother of the storm attacked the rear of the enemy,
half the force followed the mother.
Four hundred dark men, ready to kill,
they thundered across the plain,
thunder and lighting spilling out before them,
death to the forces of Evil.

Two hundred Dark Men led by Turvehr,
they would attack a new enemy,
those streaming over the Palovar Ford,
already, the first rumble was heard.
black blood would mingle with red, 
gold blood would also spill,
this group would have to hold firm,
if they fell, all could be lost.

The third group of two hundred Dark Men, 
they rode swiftly to the left, 
reinforcing the mounted guard, 
lightning rode with them.
They rode their Unicorns at the gallop,
soon the battle crash,
the Arlaghs would stand or fall, 
all was in the hands of the Gods.

Now, on the right flank,
one hundred and fifty shield riders,
they crash into the Arlaghs and Spiders,
swords cutting through giant legs,
spears thrusting through Arlaghs, 
this attack was little expected, 
now, the battle is hot,
Screams of dying Men, Spiders and Arlaghs, filling the air.

The shield riders we have left, 
going over the Raven bridge,
they now gallop through the trees, 
before them, they hear the unseen enemy.
The silver gate is open,
it must be closed,
they would gallop out of the trees,
attacking a hopefully, unexpectant enemy.






Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 2/22/2022 12:44:00 PM

Wonderful moving write with inspiring interest with every line and it's imagery. Bless you my friend
Date: 2/18/2022 6:00:00 AM

The first poetic child to the community... Well-done Mike.
Date: 10/11/2021 7:23:00 AM

Edge of my seat Mike! Well done!
Date: 9/25/2021 4:33:00 AM

If I'm not careful, I may learn something from you. As always, interesting imagery and as I read, the story held me to the end. I hope you enjoy these writes that you share because I know it takes a committed writer. This depth of writing cannot happen without giving you joy in the process. All the best... CayCay
Date: 3/17/2021 3:51:00 PM

Happy St. Patrick's Day my friend. I am missing you. Blessings xxoo
Date: 2/26/2021 4:06:00 AM

I enjoyed this wonderful write Mike. I hope you are well? Blessings, I am thinking of you. Connie xxoo

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