Orsonius the druid from the magical forest of Andral
He rode up to the enchanted plains
The undead were awaiting him
Weapons at the ready to attack him as he reached their trap
Orsonius felt the present of the legions
He moved his steed aside
Leaping for a place to hide
The undead no longer waiting
They sprung forward
From all four sides
Their spears sabers and axes
Gleaming in the solemn moonlight
Orsonius draw his magical saber
In the other he hold his sickle
The hordes meet up to him
Surrounded him with their grim skeleton smiles
Ha I will harvest souls today
He shouted on the top of his lungs
Meeting me means die and return to the void
Of which you have once come
His sickle beheaded then one by one
While his saber rattled between bones and armour
One after the other
The undead died once more
This time for their final endless rest
They have served for evil and by dying once more
Finally found peace in dead again
To never ever come back
Not to hunt innocents
Neither stand in Orsonius way
Today they may have made their last stand
Till they be freed forever of the spell of evil
Author notes
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Comments
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its a exelent poem your mind is one big fantasie war world is it not and you should look over what you already order from that silver dad because something does not make any sence but okey i love your writting only i dont like the background so mutch fitting in whit this you could have chose a other one better ore plain one cause that gives me a pirate feeling on a non pirate poem sorry to say but what more can i tell you that is what i get for the rest i really love it
xxx sharon
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Wow- really great fantasy narrative in poetical form.
Great work!
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