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[title] => Battle of Fyndalai
[time] => 2004-06-04 12:05:33
[hometext] => From Stray Thoughts From A Wandering Mind
[bodytext] => Morning comes to those who wait But evil lives within those gates A heavy hand snuffs out the light While shadowed wraiths await the night And on the walls defenders stand Now looking down upon the land They’re seeing all that moves and glides When darkness comes they see the lies They strain to see their enemies But darkened souls is all they see They’re standing there a show of force Awaiting night to run its course When something stirs within the night The sound of beasts while taking flight And crawling hordes approach the gates All fueled by fire and breathing hate And standing there within the horde From hell is spawned this demon lord It’s violent eyes shine deep and red Anticipating future dead And with a howl it all begins The ranting raving future sins With tearing claws and grinding teeth They twist and turn and dive beneath And bursting up upon the walls They tear and kick until it falls Then climbing over shattered stone They set to steal this kingdom's thrown But in their way there stands a king Upon his hand a holy ring And with him ride the knights of old A new direction now unfolds With pounding drums within their chests The hordes are forced to charge the crest The beast intends to have the crown The King intends it hell ward bound The final clash of claws and steel The fates are forced to now reveal The victor takes all in the end The beast or he who does defend And with his sword raised to the sky A fatal blow a shattered lie The beast is torn from limb to limb As holy fire burns deep within And now it comes, the final blow A curtain calls that’s come to show That evil climbs up from the pit But on the thrown will never sit The King he stands victorious The demons hordes have all dispersed A mighty blow he’s struck this day And saved the souls of Fyndalai Michael David Morash Copyright © 2003 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 31 [informant] => mdmorash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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