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Above the clouds of Tunhill High above the lands of Arangrad Stands a figure shrouded The Rains at his command Pounds of steely muscle Fur that sways All shall tremble Beneath his waves Waves of might Shows of power Claws of steel so sharp A hide nails dare not mark There he stands Still as night Calmly though The stars in fright On his back A banner of black Made naught but tears And a soaked blood bath His eyes gleam strong His gaze far reached Along his brow Furrows do reach Fought hard battles Turned many sour Taught many to stand And all to cower Beneath his crown Is all that matters Nations far and wide Forced to stagger Feet of stumps Roots do grow Follows reach Across the globe Lands to him Naught but strides All shall come Across his eyes One is shadow One is flesh A metaphor Never to rest Vigorous gale Lets none fail A tattooed sight For minds so frail A silvered coat Makes a mired mail For none has scope Fall beneath him - wail How can you hope To better yet Come across one With broader chest One so mighty Cares for all Enemies of ours Oh how they fall Pride to be One of ours A mighty warrior From our own house The staggered foe The blunted blade All are similar In certain ways For how can they Hope to last Against sharpened stone Built so fast A force of nature Belligerent foe To the cosmos Ones to show Magnanimous hatred Bitter so Fought hard beneath Sweltering tones For ones creation Is not wider known A tremendous being Moulded so On fields of battle Amidst the throng Deep beneath The waves that thrown A king laid flat A warrior flayed bare A sorceress so Shared malevolent stare Powers of life magic thrown Used angrily - outwards Caused a reaction None could have known For too much life force Causes all to grow To enormous proportions To then explode But once or twice Events conspire That none could say Gods would have aspired For one such case Where moments ago Stood a young wolf Unarmoured and blown Now stood the force That would become known As the one above The clouds we call home A wolf still If even close But one to rival The gods own prose There he stood Indenting the ground With his new proportions And staggering prowl He gazed once forth At bewildered witch Then tore her apart Aspire his wits Then his great head lifted Splattered with gore To the lines of foe Butchering his blood And so he turned With nothing but claw Rendering steel And oh so much more On he went With unholy vigour Ripping and tearing None saw it quicker And once he was done Drenched in the foe His fur seeming to feast On the battles below The great wolf stood And addressed his great nation For beneath him stood men from his station He raised his proportions And gathered himself Rose to his height And met all above shelf With silvered tongue He spoke for a time And before him kneeled Every single one in kind For the wolves of his nation Astonished you see Now saw him as greater Than any could be Now as they knelt Awaiting permission The great wolf roared all doubts deigned submission And once he was done And all had washed their blood He spoke once more But then only once the words he spoke Shall be etched in stone Forever and always To times unknown Words of a leader Words from the foe Words that will follow us To our graves and below “I am the wolf The one to be followed I will be named king And awash all of your sorrows For i am a wolf But now greater grown And all that shall know me Should name me this so The mightiest among us A powerful foe To any before me Who would seek hate to sow A name i shall have A name oft too much bitten But for a ruler to lead He must have his ambitions Call me the wolf A great king - A great man Felled the foe Saved our lands For as my father Named me as an heir I shall be named The Wolf King, of Zubair
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
The Wolf King of Zubair
Above the clouds of Tunhill High above the lands of Arangrad Stands a figure shrouded The Rains at his command Pounds of steely muscle Fur that sways All shall tremble Beneath his waves Waves of might Shows of power Claws of steel so sharp A hide nails dare not mark There he stands Still as night Calmly though The stars in fright On his back A banner of black Made naught but tears And a soaked blood bath His eyes gleam strong His gaze far reached Along his brow Furrows do reach Fought hard battles Turned many sour Taught many to stand And all to cower Beneath his crown Is all that matters Nations far and wide Forced to stagger Feet of stumps Roots do grow Follows reach Across the globe Lands to him Naught but strides All shall come Across his eyes One is shadow One is flesh A metaphor Never to rest Vigorous gale Lets none fail A tattooed sight For minds so frail A silvered coat Makes a mired mail For none has scope Fall beneath him - wail How can you hope To better yet Come across one With broader chest One so mighty Cares for all Enemies of ours Oh how they fall Pride to be One of ours A mighty warrior From our own house The staggered foe The blunted blade All are similar In certain ways For how can they Hope to last Against sharpened stone Built so fast A force of nature Belligerent foe To the cosmos Ones to show Magnanimous hatred Bitter so Fought hard beneath Sweltering tones For ones creation Is not wider known A tremendous being Moulded so On fields of battle Amidst the throng Deep beneath The waves that thrown A king laid flat A warrior flayed bare A sorceress so Shared malevolent stare Powers of life magic thrown Used angrily - outwards Caused a reaction None could have known For too much life force Causes all to grow To enormous proportions To then explode But once or twice Events conspire That none could say Gods would have aspired For one such case Where moments ago Stood a young wolf Unarmoured and blown Now stood the force That would become known As the one above The clouds we call home A wolf still If even close But one to rival The gods own prose There he stood Indenting the ground With his new proportions And staggering prowl He gazed once forth At bewildered witch Then tore her apart Aspire his wits Then his great head lifted Splattered with gore To the lines of foe Butchering his blood And so he turned With nothing but claw Rendering steel And oh so much more On he went With unholy vigour Ripping and tearing None saw it quicker And once he was done Drenched in the foe His fur seeming to feast On the battles below The great wolf stood And addressed his great nation For beneath him stood men from his station He raised his proportions And gathered himself Rose to his height And met all above shelf With silvered tongue He spoke for a time And before him kneeled Every single one in kind For the wolves of his nation Astonished you see Now saw him as greater Than any could be Now as they knelt Awaiting permission The great wolf roared all doubts deigned submission And once he was done And all had washed their blood He spoke once more But then only once the words he spoke Shall be etched in stone Forever and always To times unknown Words of a leader Words from the foe Words that will follow us To our graves and below “I am the wolf The one to be followed I will be named king And awash all of your sorrows For i am a wolf But now greater grown And all that shall know me Should name me this so The mightiest among us A powerful foe To any before me Who would seek hate to sow A name i shall have A name oft too much bitten But for a ruler to lead He must have his ambitions Call me the wolf A great king - A great man Felled the foe Saved our lands For as my father Named me as an heir I shall be named The Wolf King, of Zubair
#fantasy#werewolf#sorcery#battle#war
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Gregorj
18/M/Australia
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
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