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Subject: The plight of a king

Author:
TheMadPoet

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Date Posted: 18:35:20 03/18/07 Sun

The Plight of a King
By
Mark A. Brickey

Saddened by the sight of destruction
He watched as the battle raged
Insurmountable differences
Had begun this new age

What once was will never again be
The terms of peace no longer existed
Through all my endeavors at resolution
The evil warlords have strongly resisted

The powers of darkness advanced on the gate
The terrible hordes of twisted humanity
Darkly ensorcelled flesh that would not abate
Creatures of the darkness bred from pure insanity

Contrasted by the wizards who�s power lit up the skies
Casting spells trying to defend what is right
The creatures cringed at their combined strength
But there was nothing to help them in their plight

Lightning flashed and headed for the ground
Dragons roared in the throws of their death
Little was left as the fire washed all around
The shear magnitude of devastation took away my breath

The night lit up as bright as day
I looked across the field at those who waited to die
Realizing there was no hope for these poor souls
I dropped to my knees and began to cry

The glory of battle hard fought and won
Is not at all what it may seem
The death and destruction can not be undone
Through out your life you will hear deaths scream

Within the sheltered confines of the castles walls
He feels at peace with the image of himself that he sees
But is this image an illusion that he has created
A reply in response to his passionate angry pleas

Nothing can completely erase the horror of the night
Angrily scrubbing the blood off of his hands does no good
A moment of contemplation brings back peaceful memories
But they can�t change things no matter how much he wishes they could

He tries to find solace knowing he has done what had to be
He tries to find the courage to handle the coming dawn
Knowing that death has claimed the battlefield
He would have to view all his friends that were now gone

As the coming dawn breaks he gazes sadly upon the destruction
Bodies piled high, a wall of cold flesh tinged in blood red
Ghastly mutations of what used to be alive and breathing
Now lay desecrated, defiled by the hands of the undead

Alas it is time to journey amongst the fallen
To do my duties to the realm of which I am king
Their souls must be sent forth on the wings of flame
Before the evil steps up to claim them as an offering

A simple offering of faith
A prayer to the gods of light
A funeral pyre stacked high
That will burn long into the night

Lighting the scene of the battle yet to come
We will see the evil in the light from the dead
For in the darkness they gain in strength
Drawing energy from a place we dare not tread

I have to remain strong and hide the tears in my eyes
I give them reassurance that in the end victory will lie in our hand
Sadly I return to the throne of power in which I live
Knowing what I will sacrifice to bring salvation to this land

Finally a moments sleep, a closing of death weary eyes
But there is no peace, no comfort in the land of dreams
For evil stalks me in all places I try to hide
Even in the depths of sleep I can still hear their screams

As he lies sleeping he is held in a warm embrace
The terror of his dream slowly fades away
And with the soft touch of his queen�s tender caress
He gathers the strength to face the end of this day

He slowly rises from the warmth of their bed
She follows him across the room a smile on her face
There is nothing more that she can do for him
She is an angel of mercy, so powerful, so much grace

He stands admiring her as she heals his wounds
Refreshing him with her presence and her touch
The power of healing is hers alone to control
He wonders why the gods have given him so much

She sees the haunted look deep in his sad eyes
And prays for him to survive the long battle ahead
She kisses his lips and falls into his strong arms
Glistening down her cheek a tear for the blood he will shed

He opens the door and finds it so hard to walk out
To leave a love so precious, so innocent and pure
But he must go fight for what he knows is right
Through the darkness of death her love shines bright and sure

The sun crashes down as she watches from the battlement
The walls vibrating to the incessant beat of the evil drums
Will he live through the night or will death take him from her
She falls onto the bed to her sadness she finally succumbs

The battle begins the evil horde has started its advance
He walks out the gates his deadly visage bathed in fire
His sword swings back and forth bringing death where it touches
He fulfills his destiny filled with the blood lust of battle and desire

And though it seemed like only a moment the entire night was gone
He was left standing alone amidst the dead, his sword dripping gore
He had no memory of the events of this mighty battle
She watched and smiled; her power let him remember no more

He turned and faced her an odd look on his face
From her vantage she could see all too well
A poison arrow shot straight through his heart
She let out a scream as her love finally fell

She ran from the battlements her power in a rage
And with a blinding flash the battle was done
The carnage and destruction was cleansed by a thought
And through a once dismal haze appeared the sun

She held him in her arms as death claimed his spirit
It rose up hauntingly into a beautiful azure sky
She now knew what he had hidden from her
That in order to save her he also must die

Treasure the things that are dear to your heart
Protect them from the storms that an evil wind blows
For what you love now may cease to exist
The fate of your world only the creator knows

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Re: The plight of a king	Belinda (happy again)	01:07:59 03/20/07 Tue

Re: The plight of a king	Lil Grasshopper	20:20:54 06/10/07 Sun