Black Valleys And The Damned

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A tale of a rider going through divine trials and tribulations.

Submitted: August 14, 2018

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On a cold dark winter night
Hidden by the stormy light
 
A battle  shall rage 
For what will become
 
As the land dies and grows numb
 A warrior with sword in hand
 
Travels fast across the land
 
For freedom he rides
 
Armed with steel and his god's pride
And the sign from the master on high
 
Screams aloud and across hear the cry
 
The confrontation decided by toss of dice
 
For the kingdom of fire and ice
 
Only the warriors shall thrive
 
Invoking the power to feel alive
 
Be strong,ride and fight through the war
 
Come along carry on andliving for ever more
 
Kneel before the wings of death
 
Fight until your final breath
 
Ignore the play by doom's hand
 
Take up your steel and fight the blight in this land
 
By the darkest light andthe fullest moon
 
See the glow of your war runes
 
Cross silent seas  and over mountains high
 
On the backs of eagles tonight we fly 
 
For we stand as one in this fight 
 
Our spirit shall illuminte the night 
 
On the black wind
 
We shall tear and rend
 
Destroying the evil with freeborn as  our guide
 
 
Come forth gods of night and war as we ride
 
We shall take the land by storm
 
Slaying horde and swarm

Our gods shall stand high before our majesty
 
 
Our hearts filled with splendour at our enemies travesty
 
 
Our swords will shine filledwith their  light
 
Fighting through the armies  of the damned
 
Days breaks with golden strands
 
Shining so our victory better shows
 
Over pastures green it glows
 
To where night returns
 
Where shadow seeths and burns 
 
In the shadows faces appear
 
Warriors wearing full battlegear
 
All join together one and all
 
Before the glorious light's call
Rise up andgather around
 
Our foe's bodies shall adorn the ground
 
Come and hear what is said
 
 
Before we face the damned and dead
 
Use your senses open your mind
 
 
Don't you ever say you didn't find 
 
The wings of life 
 
Playing our majestic fife
 
Or on the hands of hope
 
 
Tying the noose for terror with its glowing rope
 
By the brightest light from the brightest sun
 
The fight is only just begun
 
 
 


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