Elves of the Strand
By Riven Waker
Picture great hall of Obsidian Citadel
Oathbreaker lain in state well
King Assassin splice nightscapes I roam
Mausoleum my subjects
my souls true home
Stealing in my footfalls, like the drizzle
on steel
In the silenced night I tempt the seal
Swore you
not before darkbloom rank
Ever obey this here lonesome wolf so dank
Fey wee wyrm upon darkbloom branch keens
Soul stealing insinuative
flicker - prying preens
Seemingly solemnity was not hers this
murder
And so I utter {murmuring} let fly death tonight
And
the world outside the strand
In depths their screeching numbers know
no boundaries
They fest feckless concentric tectonics
Unfathomable
canyon of abominations
Children of insanity howling in their
Frenzied dash for death
Shall we not spill forth in a murderous
rage
For I am bloody Grey as it comes
And the realm of
spirits - he says is right but they lie for the
Madness is deep indeed
inside of their minds
Morgoth has succumbed and all else to
Ungoliant
Amongst deja-vu - one seething murder of Heavens
Transmogrified Valerian exalted mastery
Prevailing arkwish weirdery
SILENCE HERETIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sense my silenced footfalls
echo prey
Like the drizzle on steel, stealing away...
It's
on for another fortnight
Comments on "Elves of the Strand"
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A former member wrote:
I enjoyed the medieval tone to this (and many of your works). You use beautiful words to describe and bring to life your story. Well done my friend! =)