The Fall of Duskendale.

Just a quick poem I wrote on my work breaks today, inspired by the novel that I haven't written yet.

The clock strikes twelve,
the midnight hour.
The men hold on tight,
to their knightly valor.

In the fields shadows rise,
and fears formed before their eyes.

To their death they strode, with lies.
Of how they would return,
for their wives.

Many charged,
though some lines broke.
As the night went on,
they lost their hope.

Fire fights fire,
but not so well,
when one man got his,
straight from Hell.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

This is an excellent tale of how people are deceived into being knights and going to war by the idea that they will receive glory and gain hero worship from fighting in bloody battles

"To their death they strode, with lies.
Of how they would return,
for their wives. "

That stanza is as relevant now as it was in the Middle Ages and is in fantasy tales.

I liked the horror element to this also.

[Clairvoyant]

Thank you very much! I'm happy that you got that out of this!
It is unfortunate how many people have died for the desires of another, or fighting for a cause they do not truly understand.