THE BATTLE - by MERCURIAL NIGHT aka Camelot Lace
Crows do circle
A murderous shape
Crowning the battle below
Death & destruction
A victor arises
Out of carnage
Where screams echo
Be not thou bashful
Timorous of desire
Your destiny awaits
If you but have the courage
The strength of will
To reach out a fist
Grasp the nettle
Take what has been sorely won
Thru rivers of blood
You've waded
For this moment
Let not the demons of thy mind
Steer you from your dread course
Lay on with all your steadfast might
Goal now in sight
Shimmering circlet
Gleaming to rival the sun
Awaits the gauntleted fist
But which stouthearted warrior
Shall win?
A duet in blood
A dance almost done
The crows are settling
The battle almost won
One final thrust
One last slice
The gods will decide
A victor they favour
Their capricious natures
Played out in the realm of man
Our chosen saviour
Sightless eyes gaze skywards
Awaiting the herald's cry
Future hangs in the balance
Fortunes wheel halts
Dire portents unfold
Her silent vigil almost done
The man he was
No more
His soul but lingers
Loathe to leave
A bond too strong
Too bold
To cleave
Wondrous great to see you expressing your prose
Thank you
I must start placing my words here ... Working on it
Thank you for the encouragement xx
Lady Lace you're a prolific wordsmith love seeing and reading your creative prose always
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