Poem : The Defence of Pyr
Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 9:51 pm
A little poem wot I writ......
Under the fierce baking hot sun,
grains slip through the fingers of a hand
a last smile on the dry lips dying
the last homin of the heroic band
songs will be sung to these great heroes
who died lonely and lost in the sand
They came pouring from the desert
clambering out from their lairs dark as night
we stood waiting shoulder to shoulder
At the gates of Pyr we made ready out might
their hatred made the air thick with malice
but the homins of Atys stood there ready to fight
With screams foretelling death in the air
wave after wave crash forward at speed
sword and spear held in palms cold and sweaty
arcane power readied for healing at need
streams of death flashed out of hands extend
homins all readied to deny them their greed
Death hovered over the homins of Atys
hot red blood flowed freely on that day
warriors, flesh of the enemy around them
calling curses, forcing the Kittin to pay
magic surging out in all the directions
rending enemies, shells shattered in the ray
In the chaos homins emerged as the victors
all around the ground was cover with death
many had fallen to the claws of the kittin
the survivors struggled to catch their breath
the enemy fled back into the desert
their numbers still too many to guess
many homins, valiant, injured survivors
went across the dunes pursuing their foe
striking fear at the rear of fleeing kittins
bringing death and destruction and woe
at the gates of the kittins dark kingdom
stood a giant, jaws clashing, daring many to go
That battle, it will live on in Legend
remaining homins charged in without fear
to kill that last remaining monster
and protect all those they held dear
one by one they fell to the creature
falling, dying without spilling a tear
Under the fierce baking hot sun,
grains slip through the fingers of a hand
a last smile on the dry lips dying
the last homin of that heroic band
songs will be sung to these great heroes
who died lonely and lost in the sand
Dhrum
Samsara
Under the fierce baking hot sun,
grains slip through the fingers of a hand
a last smile on the dry lips dying
the last homin of the heroic band
songs will be sung to these great heroes
who died lonely and lost in the sand
They came pouring from the desert
clambering out from their lairs dark as night
we stood waiting shoulder to shoulder
At the gates of Pyr we made ready out might
their hatred made the air thick with malice
but the homins of Atys stood there ready to fight
With screams foretelling death in the air
wave after wave crash forward at speed
sword and spear held in palms cold and sweaty
arcane power readied for healing at need
streams of death flashed out of hands extend
homins all readied to deny them their greed
Death hovered over the homins of Atys
hot red blood flowed freely on that day
warriors, flesh of the enemy around them
calling curses, forcing the Kittin to pay
magic surging out in all the directions
rending enemies, shells shattered in the ray
In the chaos homins emerged as the victors
all around the ground was cover with death
many had fallen to the claws of the kittin
the survivors struggled to catch their breath
the enemy fled back into the desert
their numbers still too many to guess
many homins, valiant, injured survivors
went across the dunes pursuing their foe
striking fear at the rear of fleeing kittins
bringing death and destruction and woe
at the gates of the kittins dark kingdom
stood a giant, jaws clashing, daring many to go
That battle, it will live on in Legend
remaining homins charged in without fear
to kill that last remaining monster
and protect all those they held dear
one by one they fell to the creature
falling, dying without spilling a tear
Under the fierce baking hot sun,
grains slip through the fingers of a hand
a last smile on the dry lips dying
the last homin of that heroic band
songs will be sung to these great heroes
who died lonely and lost in the sand
Dhrum
Samsara
