Assassins sent to end my race My last sight was a hand with a mace And a thousand nights I laid in space But no one knows or seen my face
The dragons were gone from our place My village all gone without a trace Death and her armies came to embrace Every woman,man and child but me to live in disgrace
I'm the last of our kind And the first in line Fought a surprised invasion And witness my peoples annihilation
Our magical spells had no effect Our defensive attack were no match With their deadly prowess in counterattack And left me to die slowly as a parting joke
With half my sight I gaze My foe in crimson armor Wild anger at this human And willed myself to stay alive
From shame to pain and hate I trained everyday in snow and rain Ready to battle when we meet again And tear his arms and limbs but let him live
Rumours I hear about his whereabouts Wait for me knight of crimson armor His death lies upon my deadly hands To settle this score once and for all
morgen90210OPsingapore, Central Singapore SingaporeAug 9, 2016
thanks Kathy it's usually the third installment that's tricky some of my past poems are hanging at 2 ! Maybe someday I'll finish them too ...lols it rhymes
lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales AustraliaAug 10, 2016
This is great stuff - I particularly like the opening stanza!
morgen90210OPsingapore, Central Singapore SingaporeAug 11, 2016
thanks LCBL hope the trilogy and whatever speak from this will also be the same with you
niah9Auckland, New ZealandAug 11, 2016
I do understand Morgen......pulling everything together for more than one poem......but going well....great write....Kathy
morgen90210OPsingapore, Central Singapore SingaporeAug 11, 2016
mighty thanks Kathy(Niah) I've got more written but now it's rearranging the stories so I don't lose the narrative thype of poetry
cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USAAug 12, 2016
And so the saga continues. What shall be the outcome of this vicious clash of armies? Who shall emerge as the true advenger.. the ruler of valleys that flow with milk and honey. Surely, the court jester hides a mocking grin.
Shall the Advenger march away with the spoils of war, or shall the Knight in Crimson armour survey a battlefield strewn with the stench of corpses? Cafe
morgen90210OPsingapore, Central Singapore SingaporeAug 12, 2016
Cafe ...you and I will have our battle later .. now it's a tale of humans and non humans fighting for survival and the need to respect all.living things ..lols
thou I did write one a long time ago ..don't know if I've named you inside it ....
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Kathy
it's usually the third installment that's tricky
some of my past poems are hanging at 2 !
Maybe someday I'll finish them too ...lols it rhymes
the outcome of this vicious clash of
armies? Who shall emerge as the true
advenger.. the ruler of valleys that flow
with milk and honey. Surely, the court
jester hides a mocking grin.
Shall the Advenger march away with the
spoils of war, or shall the Knight in
Crimson armour survey a battlefield
strewn with the stench of corpses?
Cafe
now it's a tale of humans and non humans fighting for survival and the need to respect all.living things ..lols
thou I did write one a long time ago ..don't know if I've named you inside it ....