Issatur Of The Sun

Canto II

Many knights in spacious lands. Each carried light in their hands.

But know that they weld swords that were as dull as rocks.

Their army was laughable to the face of the dragon with many heads.

The group of them to the left made insults,

Whilst the group of them to the right only laughed and laughed.

The army took many light days to reach the foot of the mountain of Hulod.

To where the heads looked at them, seemingly waiting without dread.

The General of the Abysmal. With genius overwhelming,

A face last seen as stoic with his actions always being heroic.

He stood calmly in the front of the crowd of light bearers.

And with a deep voice, shouted he, his message. "Be not afraid!

We shall make way up the mountain to slay that pitiful dragon.

Shall we come back victorious with hardened faces.

And too the light of the dragon's tail, to hopefully replenish the fire for our families.

They shall not know the darkness as their killer,

Rather they shall know it as their creator.

For without it, should we face everything with cowardice.

Should we face every creature with lips gone and tongues bitten off.

But with it, in this battle to face, shall we use it to our advantage."

The crowd showered with cry, and the dragon that loomed above,

It sneered with a thousand sighs.

The foot of the mountain had trees that seemed to cover any light from the moon.

The ground was absent and dull. Grey in nature, no flowers in sight.

Too were there no animals of such nature anywhere within height.

The knights took their time bumping their feet on rock.

Whilst the General took his by observing the land.

The path ahead would surely reach the tip, yet why hath it so corroded?

As if many a people have run from up till' down its dirt steps?

"Dwarves." The knights quarreled with distress.

"Dwarves?" They all murmured, they all had questions.

From where? Are they to be friendly or are they to be malicious?

Are they with an army? Or are they merely in groups?

Nonetheless, questions arose from their minds.

And the General was having none of it.

"Be not afraid, knights! The dwarves are small,

Though ferocious indeed, they have many a point to hinder.

One must consider, not your fear, but your intellect in battle.

If you are to be overtaken by cowardice by a simple dwarf.

Then you have no place to be in my army."

The crowd silenced, and too did it seem the woods were too.