This poem was written by myself, Espirito, but is still 'under construction', you can view the stanzas currently made but not necessarily in the final version, also there are more to be added throughout, these are lone stanzas to build the structure of the poem. Any comments please mail to [email protected] or [email protected] many thanks!
Hero's Fall
Red the rune upon his chest,
Protecting the mighty Lord,
And red the gem set on his pommel
Lending strength to his sword.
Red and sweet like blood, the wine,
Majestically fell from his gourd,
And red the hearts of fallen men,
Round which the black crows caw'd.
Red blood in pools beneath his feet,
And red his banners bright,
And red the glow of setting sun,
Which bathed him in its light.
And red the blood upon his sword,
From him and from his foe,
Upon that sharp and lethal blade,
With evil it did glow.
'Come on, coward,' the Lord did call
'My blade is hungry still.'
And with a cry of bestial rage
They fought upon the hill.
Their swords swung down and clashed together,
A mighty sound they made.
And as the sun set behind the hill,
They fought within the shade.
A mighty blow the great lord struck,
Against his daemon foe,
And as their lifeblodd was pouring out
They fought in the blood-red snow.
Their swords swung down another time,
Yet with no strength behind the blow
And with a cry of defeated rage,
They collapsed into the snow.
Yet he great lord had a purpose,
He was determined to fulfill
And lifting his sword high in the air,
The daemon he did fell.