Sorrow that can burn.
Wings block out the sun, ravaging the West.
Arrows darker than night pierce the veil of the beast.
Splintered shields and shattered blades scrape the grounds of the forefathers.
Men race and run to save their loved ones,
Yet the fire reigns true.
Ash falls like snow in the Winter.
The screams of mothers drown out the ballista fire.
One knight stands atop the hill.
Sword drawn, war has come to Cydia.
A light shines in the sky, a beacon of hope.
The darkness has cleared, but danger remains.
Bellowing avarice shakes the walls.
Pale night settling over the Kingdom,
Light echoes throughout the streets.
He who is born of fire stands atop the endless skies,
The champion of men.
Dragonfire melts steel but hope pierces any scales.
About the Creator
Ardere Lyons
Hey there! I am an avid writer and lover of all things poetry, literature, and art. I primarily focus on short stories and poems, but I've written two novels and I'm working on another!
I write anything from High Fantasy to Cyberpunk Sci-Fi!
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