Warriors Repent

The warrior did look upon the bodies, a horde disassembled into piles of limbs, flesh and steel and all laying in the putrid mix of mud and blood that constructed the battle’s field of ill actioned chaos

Amongst the ruins of humanity that lay now in the bony hands of death the warrior saw eyes of figures splayed with red and brown, moving towards the failed ruins of the hordes camp, away from the green lands of where the war was meant to defend

“I hath spoiled my reputation, spilled my humanity upon the very blade that cleaved men in your name” a raised sword still dripping with the fluid of life “now you claim the enemy’s wreckage and do not thank me by reclaiming your homes, instead you cower in fright”

The crowd of huddled masses, startled eyes widened further with the reddened gleam of the blade raised to mark the victory “But you were the only afflicted, the one for whom you fought” boldly spoke a lone women draped in once white cloth “as much as we may reap the rewards of victory it is you who now we fear, the demon amongst our flock”

Unshackled from his armour, looking down upon the stained reflection staring back from dulled protection he once wore with pride “I see all you say in the way my eyes still burn bright with deathly lust” that blaze from the warriors glare still sharply lit, the release of his battle attire’s weight letting him more readily scan the carnage wrought for justice’s quest “but when I asked for help you faltered, told of the horde’s sins you jested action but failed to act”

The lone women daintily crossed the carnage, stepped around the limbs, steel and flesh without judgement or implied guilt on her face “And those of the horde were the sinners amongst us, only one of you remains now to carry their guilt” a hand on the warriors shoulder placed with care, another hand to help him release his grip on a weapon no longer wanted or wished “and that is yours to know as only you can, as our own part in this tale is ours alone to both use for judgement” a sigh heavy enough that the warrior felt her breathe “and so too for us to measure our own regret”

Into the scene rode an army ranger, the shine of his breastplate a stark contrast to anything once worn that the warrior had now discarded, and with a booming volume the ranger announced “We are here to save you” sickening pride in his gloriously superior tone “you can rest easy and let us clear up the mess”

The warrior retreated to his castle, the masses back to lives of light and life as official bodies arrived and helped them back to where they belonged but in bitter tones the warrior unrepentant remarked, for only his shadow, some faded conscious and the ghosts to hear “Where were the cavalry when I needed them most, my sins will now mark me because I was the worst choice for this quest” a heavy sigh to challenge that of the women “worse choice maybe, but the only one willing to stand the day and give this cause it’s deserved fight” some corrupted pride still capable of enjoying victory at a reputation’s price…

“It is easy to cast judgement on a loudly protesting man of ill mood and nature; when you refuse to see behind the rage and know what has triggered his lesser nature to rise in aid of righting wrongs, and damningly refuse to soothe or calm his wronged nature with a simple jesture of help”

Gods of the Night

A fronting the figure in shadows clad
All else in the room on bended knee
Or with screams and high pitched complaining make their way out
The lone man stands with bottle in hand
A glass not quick enough to deliver his poison of choice
“How doth you stand in calm posture and without a frown or worried crease”
The shadow bellows to further draw fear from the fallen crowd
“A bottle was the barman’s gift, a broken heart given by unfaithful wife”
The drunkard speaks with barely a raised tone or respectful hint
“Now a figure dark and drawn of shadows begs I give him that which whores and merchants bestow on lesser men”
The shadowy figure raises a fireball in left hand, in the right a vengeful fist
“I am the flame in hellion stare, the sharpness that pieces flesh, you will…”
But with disrespecting interruption, a shocking act, the drunkard speaks
“Well, sounds like you’re pissed off and without a date, so join me in a drink”
The figure withdraws his fiery projectile, turns to the barman and says
“Fetch us another bottle, and make it quick”
With a sly grin to the drunkard
“Have you ever seen a rich man work or a princess dance?”
Drunkard merry on alcohol and the high of a false spirit of strength
“You give some of your powers, I’ll show you a rich mans blood, a princess doing more than dance”
And in that night the god of drink was created and the tavern erupted into life
The figure of shadows clad, the god of mischief, a fellow trickster he had found

Warriors Verse Pt2

‘I was once innocent of life’ said the warrior to the priest, ‘I was once a warrior’ said the priest

‘I find myself a man upon his church, as on the battlefield I stand’ said the warrior ‘my god is one without mercy and my bible is the sword’

‘As into my temple you stumble, beaten and broken’ the priest exclaims ‘now you demand redemption for all the blood you have spilled’

‘No more than you priest, in the days before your vows’ the warrior replies ‘so give me forgiveness, so in death I may find peace, or leave me as heavens fool’

‘I shall ease your passing, so into the realms beyond your soul may pass ’ the priest cast his words ‘so that in this life you may be forgiven, and by the angels be dammed’

Warriors Verse Pt1

The chaos around him was but a distraction, the lives ruined and removed, a mere hindrance

Deaths shadow having become his own, a gift as his target lay broken and damned

Barely resembling the warrior he was before, full of hope and fire, now hollow with anger

As in the name of vengeance, he landed his blade, in the name of vengeance his quest reached its end

 

Then his eyes were opened, no longer blinded by pain

The chaos around him, lives ruined and shamed, deaths shadow having consumed him

Leaving only a burned out soul, as in the name of revenge, he had caused his fall

 

And as he fell out of memory another soul was caught

In the wake of all that had transpired was a fresh victim, having claimed the anger stained blade from his father’s body, not yet cold

 

Corrupting powers found a new pawn as another warrior was gripped by vengeance pure