Love Poem: Before the Gates of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 8
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Written by: Vladislav Raven

Before the Gates of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 8

Now, let us watch as they proceed,
along the line of the river they go,
Cavalry, they are now riding,
to the front, the read and both flanks of the arachnids,
Slowly they move along, 
between the hillside and the river,
this is such a sorry sight,
The knights shining brightly,
the low lying sun striking their armour.
While the strange caravan goes on,
we shall take a small respite,
let us charge our horns once more,
we drink too blessed Alahsar,
Now, my Lords and Ladies,
let us raise our horns on high,
our toast,
"For the glory and honour of Alahsar."

Now the storm has reached its height,
the anger of the Heavens does cease,
The knights, they now seem to smile,
they know what this portends,
the spiders and riders, they also know,
now showing signs of fear,
they know who the storm brings, 
fear does prick at black hearts.
The mounts of the knights also know,
no more do they shy away, 
they trot now in honour,
The roles now seem reversed,
the caravan did progress in state,
Honour is now back with the knights of Alahsar,
they now looked the part,
their heads now held high, 
these brave knights of the golden king.

They move along and reach the plain,
a lightning bolt does strike the ground,
they will join with he who comes from the storm,
they will enter Alahsar with the Dark Man,
Still, ever, they journey on,
they turn left, following the river's bend,
now, the track through the trees must be taken,
the way to the bridge.
this way was the quickest to the bridge,
then onto the plain,
onto the emerald green of the track,
the Captain did lead all,
now, all would be in the closest proximity, 
still, heads would be held high,
this would be a great test,
for both knights and mounts.

The pace seems to quicken somewhat,
through the trees, they now advance,
this is not the time for pomp,
they want only to meet, he who comes,
watch the knights of Alahsar,
their duty they must fulfil,
they ride ever onward, these brave knights,
Dark glory they do ride to meet.
Upon the plain of Badisha,
a Dark Man for to join,
the knights have upped their pace,
the son of the storm, 
the Dark Man, 
he comes forth for the revel,
to remember a battle long ago,
the victory fulfiled,
the honour of the field taken,
Ride on brave knights,
ride on with the Hellish beasts,
you shall meet him on Badicha.

To Be Continued..........