Appreauntis Posted April 17, 2013 Report Share Posted April 17, 2013 (edited) I wrote this poem that has to do with my world: Thus spoke the red prophet as he died… Born on the field of battle The Ice Lord cries out to the sky Answers of lightning, thunder and ice Make falter the cruel crimson tide She-without-fear is his mother His Father looks on from lost time Death, his constant companion Kelek-Tur, his treasure to find Cold eyes see twelve who will gather His left hand will slow even time Naked he wakes into battle Death Dreamer who turns back the tide Steel-eyes-that-burn some will call him The Motley Warrior shall rise. Awaken the Ice Bring down the false sun from it’s climbing Slay the black dragon who grinds The poor of the land that is under The harsh glow of Sulats’ red sign Red ships are coming. Crimson fleet flying. Wars multiply. The Sun King is anxious to find…. ….and hide all the mysteries that bind. The Ice Lord Cometh. Any feedback would be nice. And other poems. Edited May 1, 2014 by Appreauntis Please don't double post. Use the edit button instead. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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