#medival
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
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
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
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC