In a land of Darkness, in a Hall of Stone,
With neither guard nor courtier, stands an empty Throne.
No voice breaks the silence, neither whisper nor sound,
Though Malice is felt-
Lone Ruler of Emptiness.
Silence rules within this Hall;
Silence sits upon the Throne;
Silence rules with an unseen hand;
A court of Darkness in an unkown land.
Born of Ruby is the Throne,
Growing out of roots of Stone.
Shunned by Light, feared by Man,
Barred by Mountain, choked by Sand.
"But tales reach where the the feet cannot, and draw their fare from the Dream-Place. Tales go where heroes fear, reveal to the eye what it cannot see".
For Legend tells the Forsaken Place,
Shall be unsealed by a young child's grace.
To forever sit upon the Throne,
King or Queen of all the Unknown.
Author notes
Wrote this as the description for a clan in a game. Turned out to be a story. I wonder what will happen next?
Comments
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The initial lines prepared my mind for a certain rhyme scheme that didn't materialize until the last stanza. Some great imagery! Mysterious and prophetic.
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Thank you.
I know the rhyme scheme is far from perfect.
I just could not bring myself to lock the picture into its frame.
I am glad you enjoyed it, and hope it took you somewhere else.
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