Screams were heard out in the pastures
and came a horizon much like ash on the hearth
Shadows moved infinitely
The sounds grew diminutively
The prelude to the rapture of the earth.

The Dead caught quickly to the masses of souls
Hailing words and weapons of demonic origin
Carrying the faces of no strangers
Those once loved threaten dangers
Of what was human, but now suffused in sin.

Lives flooded the pathways ‘tween houses
Terror coated their faces like a blinding veneer
The feeble fell sprawled
Crushed in panic by all
Those they had once cherished and trusted so dear

“The most primitive of emotions begets the bonds once made
when one would gladly **** their child to live another day.”

The hooded figure had spoken this truth to the King
In a voice so trustful, endearing, yet cold
“A miracle, for you, can be given
To save men, women, and children
But I will take the most precious of treasures you hold.”

The King gave no reply in the earnest of propositions
Yet rendered this a miracle none could pass.
“Only in exchange for a treasure,
One of your choosing- my pleasure,
But of my most precious, what could you possibly ask?”

From under the hood came an un-ethereal voice
“Your soul shall be all that I’ll need...”
With fiery sparks and a turn
The fabric had burned
Exposed his dark presence- Mephistopheles.

A deal with the darkest of Princes bodes endless misery
“Your God has forsaken you; your destiny now  lies with me.”

The King fell down to his knees in despair
For his life, his Kingdom could be spared
“You’d take my life and not my kingdom
My people must have their freedom.
For such, no misery in your hell could ever compare.”

Mephistopheles erupted with such contentment
The Kings folly- pure, innocent and bare
Without sound or sight
The King’s soul, crushed pure light
Mephistopheles disappeared in a dark wisp of air...

-End of Part III-

What is the fate of the kingdom we spoke of
What resolution came in exchange for a soul?
The kingdom was ravaged
So brutal and savage
The people were slain in such numbers untold

The loneliness came in swiftly like lions
And coated all much like blanketed snow


The Dead roamed freely for eons to come
Their sins left them to rot and decay
A penance must have come
For their sins came undone
And the earth swallowed their soul in its clay

Of mankind there was none but a whisper
Made by soft beat of every bird’s wing
But one child survived
Yes, only one stayed alive
And my story is all that I sing.

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Screams were heard out in the pastures
and came a horizon much like ash on the hearth
Shadows moved infinitely
The sounds grew diminutively
The prelude to the rapture of the earth.

The Dead caught quickly to the masses of souls
Hailing words and weapons of demonic origin
Carrying the faces of no strangers
Those once loved threaten dangers
Of what was human, but now suffused in sin.

Lives flooded the pathways ‘tween houses
Terror coated their faces like a blinding veneer
The feeble fell sprawled
Crushed in panic by all
Those they had once cherished and trusted so dear

“The most primitive of emotions begets the bonds once made
when one would gladly **** their child to live another day.”

The hooded figure had spoken this truth to the King
In a voice so trustful, endearing, yet cold
“A miracle, for you, can be given
To save men, women, and children
But I will take the most precious of treasures you hold.”

The King gave no reply in the earnest of propositions
Yet rendered this a miracle none could pass.
“Only in exchange for a treasure,
One of your choosing- my pleasure,
But of my most precious, what could you possibly ask?”

From under the hood came an un-ethereal voice
“Your soul shall be all that I’ll need…”
With fiery sparks and a turn
The fabric had burned
Exposed his dark presence- Mephistopheles.

A deal with the darkest of Princes bodes endless misery
“Your God has forsaken you; your destiny now lies with me.”

The King fell down to his knees in despair
For his life, his Kingdom could be spared
“You’d take my life and not my kingdom
My people must have their freedom.
For such, no misery in your hell could ever compare.”

Mephistopheles erupted with such contentment
The Kings folly- pure, innocent and bare
Without sound or sight
The King’s soul, crushed pure light
Mephistopheles disappeared in a dark wisp of air…

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The King paced his throne whilst in anguish
Prayer and hatred raced through his voice
His knees met the ground
With angry fists he had pound
In the fate of his kingdom, he had never a choice

“My kingdom in danger and my army- most gone…
What could God’s plans be for us?” asked the King.
“My people look for a savior
My Queen begs me to save her
But of miracles, I haven’t such a thing!”

A callous cackle echoed the throne room
Darkness claimed possession of each crease
In the center, a figure
Feeble, and yet limber
with a smile pure of trust and deceit…

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A royal army set out in the coldest of air
Fatigue and unrest coating their souls
From the glow o'er the hills
Unprepared eyes had stood still
From the sight they had come to behold

The coast lay in ruins as black as the night
A sea-going river flowed crimson as rose
Amongst fires danced shadows
Cast over the red snows
Demonic forms whisked in their glow

The people once merry were piled in pyres
The stench traveled far towards one's nose
The smell of burned fears
Could force any man's tears
To witness of horrors that were shown

The horrors they envisioned were as painful as can be
The hatred swelled in masses of demonic energies

The General raised hands and signaled divisions
The army traveled and surrounded the town
A fierce call to arms beckoned
Caught by the fear reckoned
The army stormed towards the blackened ground

The shadows danced not on the decadence of power
All eyes entranced on the oncoming wave
Shrieks so under worldly
A power surged, so godly
Rushed through their body, no shield could stave

In an instant all was quiet and the battle was silenced
The army laid dead all but just one
The soldier was frightened
of such power, enlightened
Fainted ill of such fate to be shunned

"Wake and see the follies of your Kingdom's ways
No God will tend to the wounded of any soul that prays"

The lone soldier awoke to the sting of the sun
And the tense air that seared through his lungs
Took view of the land
where nothing now thus stands
To ponder what unearthly forces have done.

In the center of the town laid a hole in the ground
The hells of brimstone and sulfur impure
From the edges came crawling
dark forms creeping and sprawling
The dead of the coast, enraged from the hells they endured...

The stranger unheeded by the ears of the King
Aided with prosperity that swelled fat in their minds
But ill-storms foreboding
A wounded messenger came warning
of a hellish army not far behind.

"They ***** and they pillaged without mercy
and killing all of the living they see!
The bloodshed flowed rivers,
my heart still doth shivers-
I urge thou act with haste and urgency!"

The King now concerned of fates now certain
"From where do you hail?" asked the King
"I've traveled from the Thales north
after the destruction of Shale's port-
I beg you now your army to bring!"

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Let's speak of a kingdom that ceases to be
A downfall that passes in time
Through the mouth of our elders
And the lips of our child
The truth buried all the while

The kingdom, a treasure of sight to behold
Its beauty to match none have seen
But if beauty so precious
Was meant to be cherished
Why do stones cry out as they bleed?

The kingdom proved prosperous in the eyes of its people
King and royalty none could refute
But if a stranger conveyed mystery
Could alter just history
Arrived a hooded soul bearing a lute

He played such songs of virulent, reviled memories
Of one who’s pain could not be quenched from misery

The King heard enough of such terrible hymns
And cast sight of this poor soul away
With kindness refused
He promised a tune
That would please every ear that heard play

“Thy kingdom is vast and its subjects enjoyed
But facades are employed nonetheless
A scheme for thy king and a prize for thine queen
Thou subjects shall never protest

A dream in a bottle and a myth in the air
A dagger for each tongue that claims nay
Thy royal folly with intent to unfold
Thine King shall have thy own way

Thy kingdom with no vices shall destroy it all
A kingdom with no reasons has marked its own downfall”

The King yet enraged cast off this charade
And struck his sword, laced with ill-will
“Thy kingdom shall burn,
Thine lesson be learned
You will fight till thy heart is yet still”

Without wasting a single step forward
Without comprising the silence of sound
The hooded soul cackled
With laughter like shackles
His form sank deeper than that of the ground

-End Part 1-

© 2013