Standing side by side with my brethren, I can hear the cries from either side. Both yearning for the taste of blood. Swords start bashing shields. War cries echo in the fog surrounding us. I see my breath before me take shape. Goosebumps errupt from my pale skin beneath my mail suit of armor. I clang my sword against my shield and begin to yell.
"For God and glory!" I yell.
My voice gets lost in the echo of so many men I trained with beside me. I felt their words brush against my cold ears. Their breath on my neck and their passion in my soul. Metal digging into the fresh soil beneath us. Running blindly into the world before us. Listening for every step the enemy is taking. Clanging of metal on metal. My sword connecting with flesh and blood being spewed on my face.
I can taste the crimson on my lips and in the back of my throat as I yell out with each strike. Stinging pain in my left arm. I look over and see a small cut on my mail. I laugh and push forward. They cannot break me. I am unstoppable. I am the legitimate heir. He is a liar and a thief. I will have his head.
"I am here, where are you hiding?" I cry out.
I feel a pommel hit the back of my neck. I lurch forward and quickly turn around to connect with him. His blade pushing down on my shield. He will not overpower me. I am stronger. I dig into the soft soil beneath me, gaining traction to rush forward. I stare him in the eyes. Death and evil is all I see. I want to rip them out of their sockets and burn them.
The air around me is suffocating. It is hot and rich with the smell of death. I blink once and the battlefield I was on was gone. I was in darkness. A high pitched ringing echoed in my ears. I felt liquid dripping on my face and cool ground beneath me. Gray skies above me started to pour down rain. Thunder boomed overhead and lightning cracked within the clouds. I blinked again and a muddy foot was on my chest. A blood covered blade was put to my throat.
"I am the king now. Say goodbye to your family and lover," he said with a cruel smile upon his lips.
"You will never be king!" I cried out.
"Neither will you!" he yelled back.
He lifted his blade and was aiming for my chest, when I pushed his foot off of me and rolled to my right. I landed next to a fallen soldier and quickly grabbed his shield as a blade struck down on it. I rolled to my left and nearly missed a blade that struck the ground to my right. I was faster than him. Water poured from the grey clouds above. I prayed silently and reached a sword covered in blood and soil. Feet moved around me.
The constant yelling and crying for mercy never stopped. It echoed in the empty air around me. Just as his foot landed next to my arm, I swung out and cut it at the ankle. He yelled out in pain and fell to his knees. I rapidly got up and hit my shield into his back, causing him to drop everything and fall forwards. I kicked him over and put my foot on top of his chest. Blood trickled down his face. Mud and specs of grass layed on his cheeks. He looked up at me with mercy and horror. He was terrified of death.
"Please, spare me! I'll withdraw my claim! The throne is yours! I'm not ready to die yet! I have a family! Please, listen to me!" He pleaded and pleaded.
"You will see them soon. In hell," I cried out as I slammed my blade into his chest.
I felt every little blood vessel break through my sword. His eyes widened and blood trickled from his mouth as he tried to bleed. I felt his soul slowly leave his body. I watched it drain out of his eyes and into my body. I absorbed him. I became him. The fighting around me stopped. All I could see was his body, slowly being soaked by the rain falling down.
Cheers of victory rang out from all directions. We won. I was the victor. I am the true king. I dropped my shield and fell to my knees. I looked to the heavens and let out a victory cry, hoping that it would reach God himself. It was all for Him. He chose me to be king and I did not fail Him.
"Glory be to God!" I cried out.
The men who became my brothers called out beside me, "Glory to Him!"
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Into My Mind
PoetryThis book describes what goes on in my head. It let's you see what I think about, or what I'm feeling at the moment. Some are actual stories that I may, or may not continue. Others are not exactly poems, but thoughts that I need to get out. My soul...