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Jo Meyer Apr 2019
the  paranoid  King                                    the  adama­nt  Rook
the   soulless  tyrant                                   icon  of   bloodshed
an  empire build on                                    build  on  the  ivory
fright   and  despair                                    fragments of  death  
                                    the   vacant  Knight  
                                    servant   of   demise
                                    the  bearer   of   fate
                                    bound  to the  night
the virulent  Queen                                    the  twisted  ­Bishop
daughter   of  doom                                    preacher   of   battle
the   graceful  terror                                    true worshipper  of    
clad   in  gilt  debris                                    the  god of  carnage
MalisterMikey Sep 2014
Hidden by the cover of nightfall,
my family of the sword ready themselves,
behind me stand four,
a women with fire red hair,
and three men who share the same face.
to them they see me as the only one who can lead,
behind them is an army of 196.

We stand together valiant and strong coming across the village of sin,
barbarians, monsters, thieves, and overall just criminals to the crown live here.
loading the catapults we set them ablaze then light the night sky.
I know the village well for it is the place of my birth and under my order it is burnt to ash,
the screams of it's residence can be heard through the night,
take off your helmets I say.

I take mine off as well,
in respect to those we **** we all sing a hymn,
we rest on the hill that night to see if any survive,
my generals of 4 stand at my back,
she sits down next to me and under the cover of nightfall puts her hand on mine.

I look over to her and she smiles at me,
returning the favor I look into her emerald eyes and smile,
she two was familiar with this place,
the monsters that used to reside had made her their pet.

She would tell me a tale that makes me feel no regret,
their lives where lost at the cost of their sins,
and to me their justice was served.

now only two reside in the world from that place,
me and the women with fire red hairs son.

I hold her close and smile as I wipe away her tear and say, Let me be your shield
third part of a series

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