An Epic


An Epic



Beyond the darkening shadows
deep within the night
lies an ole' forgotten world
of dreamers locked in flight.

Beyond the pools of darkness
deep within the dream
is a realm of Knights and ladies
Magic, Dragons and Queens.

Among the lords and ladies
is a creature of the night
in a world of peace and beauty
a fearsome, evil sight.

The order of the Knighthood
called up to fight a war
like none ever afterward
and no other come before.

The ladies sit awaiting
the outcome of their fate
no word from a dying world
and still they sit and wait.

In the end there was a battle
On fields of crimson tides
lie men who fought for honor,
men who fought and died.

The raging cataclysm
gives strength born of pain
and the children of this world upheaval
may be saviors of the same.

Men of steel and iron
boys forged in the flame
of tribulation, sorrow
aftermath, and shame.

Women of the sword and shield
girls who learned to hate
in the fire that melted the sewing needles
while their mothers chose to wait.

Long past redemption
these soldiers of the Rite
rise from among the ashes
and bearing arms, unite.

Light pierced the darkness
a small pinpoint of truth
led by a God of justice
marched the fountain of our youth.

The evil lost its balance
and from the precipice it fell
tumbling into brightness
its own private Hell.

For in the prescence of true brilliance
the darkness can't survive
this God forsaken world reborn
began to grow and thrive.

--Xanthia ZanZane Swiftfoot










































































This is an original poem written by Michelle Vermilyer, my good friend and mother of my niece.


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