The warrior prince, Alarien-Kana sought to put an end,
He gathered in Grief cove with ten of his friends,
Thirteen gathered in secret with their swords,
Lueh was among them with the book of the gods.
Do you hear the winds of the dead blowing?
Do you smell amber and wet wood burning?
Leuh opened his mouth and his eyes were glowing,
The ground shook and its belly rumbling.
Where is your love and where has your pity fallen?
The earth asked, angered and grumbling.
I blessed the land, but the curse was your doing,
The skies broke down and tears started falling.
Lueh closed his eyes as he held up his rod,
All lips moving, uttering sacred words,
The earth and skies all listened in sheer accord,
The words resonanted, clouding their every thoughts.
The prince, his son and his men's eyes turned red,
Their souls was alive, but their mercy was dead,
WIth a mist, one and zeroes appeared,
And their swords cackled what their hearts feared.
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THE FEAST OF THE BRAVADOS
PoesiaThe Feast of the Bravados. A fascinating poem about heroes. Gold Kingdom, new day Minorca in its glory was no older than three scores, when Mosort Goldmort Puk Shinidei ascended the throne of his fathers. With the darkness that ravaged the reign of...
