"Queen of the Exile Land (The Defeat)"

As a man stands upon a stone

The grave which has stolen his soul

I saw this man die in the storm

As his body rolled and rolled 

He vowed and swore his head up high

Bestowed I look into the ebony eyes

I held the hand in the darkest night

Burning in the stakes "Witch!" He cried

"Hail King Vile!" he demand

I crawled on my knees and hands

In the crowd of ashes he stand and damned

I raised a sword in my right hand

He bowed upon the raging skies

I swung thy sword across his eyes

The enemy of thunder had stolen the night

Slashed and blinded, removing his disguise

The raven was born to rage and die

The sky now roaring over top Bat's Hill

"Hail me now Vile!" He deny

I drink thy blood that once spill

Curse ye faith! Curse ye soul!

Forsaken thy destiny that control!

Fog of black smoke overcast thy sand

I am now Queen of the Exile Land!

Reviews

[M.Kilani]

This goes to my library!!
What a profound piece you have, the flow is perfect, the rhyme is solid, and the image is just amazing, it took me to the scene, one of your best Nama... keep it up my dear.