Sunday, February 26, 2012

In His Dreams...

Beating drums, hammers ring;
Rallied cries for the renowned king.
Banners raised, feasts prepared;
In revelry of how he fared.
Beast an ale and merriment;
While praises far and wide were sent.
Gifts of salves, hides, and ores;
Paid the debt of which they bore.

For had the king not claimed his soul;
Unspoken would be the bloody toll.
As Hordes would raze the lands by fire;
Adding fresh kills to every pyre.
But the proud king stood his ground;
Empowered by the strength he found,
Subdued the Horde, Orcs and the whole band;
By the beast within, now ruled by his hand.

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