*
The squires stood the castle gate
of sword and shield they bear
Awaiting armored knights to be,
lone sentries now aware
A beating sun of torrid feel
embarked the sky this day
As voices called from eastern heights
in echoes cast away
The entrance braced of timber thick,
yon bridge drawn to the sky
To dare not open for the howl
of woodland spirit’s cry
Banished long ago it was
for evil spells it spate
Turned villagers upon themselves
in angered fits of hate
Yet on this simmered summer’s eve
the squires balked their stead
Hypnotically the whispers called
so deep within their head
Manipulated by the breeze
of kindness floating faux
‘mid promises of purity
as white as driven snow
“They cast me o’er” a voice did sift
“No fault I swear of me,
I mingled not in lone affairs
this promise comes you see”
“A certain few, low cretins all
of lies they sold as true
and pockets lined of purest gold
to do what they must do”
“I plead a pardon so to prove
my quest is merely fair
In words of mystic wizard speak
I pledge to only share"
"Hear me, on this mystic night
of incantation's win
Stand aside this harbored fear
so I may live again”
In hazy gaze and wild look
the squires sealed the fate
‘pon lowering the bridge of wood
and opening the gate
When once within, the smile gone
as crimson eyes now stare
“I’ll bring this kingdom to its knees,
I will again, I swear”
Then sharpened claws of viper’s speed
released on angered breath
Did slice ensorcelled squire's flesh
to bleed until their death*
To be continued…maybe
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
*
The squires stood the castle gate
of sword and shield they bear
Awaiting armored knights to be,
lone sentries now aware
A beating sun of torrid feel
embarked the sky this day
As voices called from eastern heights
in echoes cast away
The entrance braced of timber thick,
yon bridge drawn to the sky
To dare not open for the howl
of woodland spirit’s cry
Banished long ago it was
for evil spells it spate
Turned villagers upon themselves
in angered fits of hate
Yet on this simmered summer’s eve
the squires balked their stead
Hypnotically the whispers called
so deep within their head
Manipulated by the breeze
of kindness floating faux
‘mid promises of purity
as white as driven snow
“They cast me o’er” a voice did sift
“No fault I swear of me,
I mingled not in lone affairs
this promise comes you see”
“A certain few, low cretins all
of lies they sold as true
and pockets lined of purest gold
to do what they must do”
“I plead a pardon so to prove
my quest is merely fair
In words of mystic wizard speak
I pledge to only share"
"Hear me, on this mystic night
of incantation's win
Stand aside this harbored fear
so I may live again”
In hazy gaze and wild look
the squires sealed the fate
‘pon lowering the bridge of wood
and opening the gate
When once within, the smile gone
as crimson eyes now stare
“I’ll bring this kingdom to its knees,
I will again, I swear”
Then sharpened claws of viper’s speed
released on angered breath
Did slice ensorcelled squire's flesh
to bleed until their death*
To be continued…maybe
