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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The king has fallen

He stands to his kingdom; watching it burn to the ground. Screams of agony and ternary fill the dusk air; gloom glides the surface of the waking world. Pain strikes into the heart of many; sadness is presented, the kind that cannot be renewed. The king cry’s out as he is struck from the back with an arrow made with the deadly poison of an arker. The king falls but does not die; he readied his sword in wait for the beasts to approach there; he lay anchor to the beasts hearts, the crying savages fall to the ground one by one, the king does not lose his will. Slowly dying from the poison, he roars a mighty roar pushing it into the air; it shall be heard for centuries. The dying king falls to a knee; gasping for air. In his divine throne the king shall fall he thought, soon after a snicker felled upon his face. The king laughs in contempt; he decides he shall not fall without a fight. He states he shall not fall before his kingdom but his kingdom shall fall before him. The leader of the Arkerester tribe rushes in, there battle cries can be heard; the king rises from his knees, he stands guard. His sword steady, his heart calm, his breath controlled and his eyes focused. The beasts smashed through the throne room door letting out many cries of intimidation towards the king. The king does not flinch; instead he reacts. He steadies himself waiting for the moment to strike. The leader announces and a Dosakie no urin; a one on one match. He claims his power absolute. The king does not fret, the king accepts this challenge; sword first he rushes to the arker king and the swords clash. In an appealing light show the swords sparks are dazzled and almost bewitching to all those who dare lay their eyes upon the kings. The kings both tired from previous battles; both remove their armor to end the fight quickly. In one final swing the king triumphs, his battle cry brings joy to the people of detria, the battle is won, the war has halted. The battle will be forgotten, the war will be lost in history, and the king’s legacy shall forever remain.

1 comment:

  1. I really like this poem mike it is very true and different. I like your imagination.

    Oh yeah this is ashanti