Post by Sentis on Oct 13, 2015 12:13:45 GMT -6
I've been kind of bored lately, so I decided to write something random about the first thing that came to mind; which just so happened to be the Edict. It's not the best piece I've ever written, but I'm gonna predict that it won't be terrible (hopefully it's not a waste of space on the forum). Anyway, enjoy.
The Burning of Crestfall
In early dawn, the light did glow, upon the early dew,
The Baron he did tread the walls, as the anxiety grew.
Upon the horizon, an army massed, shining in the light,
The Baron he did tread the walls, in defiance of the dreadful blight.
“Today the traitors do challenge our land!” quoth the respected Baron brave,
“Today we fight, for well or ill!” quoth the Baron of Crestfall grave.
The Baron’s men did raise their blades, their cries tore the sky asunder,
Oren’s men did watch and wait, their ears privy to the thunder.
Crestfall was soon to be burning bright, a sight to see quoth all around,
The Baron and his men did fall, the blood of the loyal upon the ground.
Upon the blood of their old Baron, Crestfall’s protectors came to be,
An Edict of vengeance, to avenge their now crimson barony.
Across the lands of Anthos, the Edict marched and fought,
Oren’s men did fight and die, but it was all for nought.
To victory was the Edict lead by the Baron’s men,
By death and glory did they fight, across wold and fen.
The Baron he did tread the walls, up in the eternal seven skies,
A smile lit up his ashen face, the gleam of wisdom in his eyes.
“The die is cast, my part is played.” Quoth the Baron old,
“Perhaps we’ll meet, in another life, my great warriors bold.”
The Burning of Crestfall
In early dawn, the light did glow, upon the early dew,
The Baron he did tread the walls, as the anxiety grew.
Upon the horizon, an army massed, shining in the light,
The Baron he did tread the walls, in defiance of the dreadful blight.
“Today the traitors do challenge our land!” quoth the respected Baron brave,
“Today we fight, for well or ill!” quoth the Baron of Crestfall grave.
The Baron’s men did raise their blades, their cries tore the sky asunder,
Oren’s men did watch and wait, their ears privy to the thunder.
Crestfall was soon to be burning bright, a sight to see quoth all around,
The Baron and his men did fall, the blood of the loyal upon the ground.
Upon the blood of their old Baron, Crestfall’s protectors came to be,
An Edict of vengeance, to avenge their now crimson barony.
Across the lands of Anthos, the Edict marched and fought,
Oren’s men did fight and die, but it was all for nought.
To victory was the Edict lead by the Baron’s men,
By death and glory did they fight, across wold and fen.
The Baron he did tread the walls, up in the eternal seven skies,
A smile lit up his ashen face, the gleam of wisdom in his eyes.
“The die is cast, my part is played.” Quoth the Baron old,
“Perhaps we’ll meet, in another life, my great warriors bold.”
