Before The gates Of Alahsar - Original Version - 4.

The fourth part in my original, short version of "Before The Gates Of Alahsar."

4. Now things started to become clear, Both Alahsar and Salahmar in the same space, One would find Victory, the other, leave this place, light and dark in the eternal battle. Alahsar, of God's light, Salahmar, of dark's evil joys, which of them would wane away? Devil's fear, or Heaven's glory. For Alahsar, the city of light, mortals, their lives laying down, numbers falling as Algahrs push forward, is this the end of light, hearts filled with hate. From the golden gates a mighty moving, women, they come forth with speed, hate filled eyes and trembling cries, yelling out their cry of war. Still the foe were many more, the Algahrs always to the front, mightily they begin their push, the might of dark within each beast. Too hold the foe would take great strength, strength was fading, ebbing away, the Algahrs now did mighty push, death and destruction on Badicha lay. Still mortals stood, though blood did flow, man and woman, power decreasing, children watch from mighty walls, as parents and friends meet their end. Dark Man fighting, vengeance dear, Warrior Queen spreading fear, the bloodiest scene before the gates, blood for blood,by sorrow's river. Utamol, with almost life of own, cutting, slicing, stabbing home, Dark Man with his awesome grace, Sends evil from this land of light. Warrior Queen with power and speed, destroying all this evil seed, cries of pain are everywhere, so many lost, their dead eyes stare. On the plain great dust clouds rising, screams of mortals and beasts fill the air, lightning flashing, thunder crashing, onward the struggle of life goes on. Within the heart of living terror, weapons crashing, teeth a-gnashing, will miracle come to Badicha? Shall mortals halt their slow retreat? Alahsar's own are falling back, dead and dying are underfoot, now mortals they must hold the foe, forward warriors, toe to toe. No battle ranks or strategy to follow, Hold position and strike down the foe, Dark Man now in heat of battle, Arlaghs feel the hate of Utamol. In this time before time, sorrow's song, the last song to be sung? Strike with rage, power and might, Become battle Gods, the power of light. Cry goes up, "Walk in the light," the arms are weary, still fight for life, still the battle crashes on, what end shall be, before the dawn. To Be Concluded..........

Reviews

[lightsong]

in this one I felt your voice strongly as the narrator, and your talent with painting the scenes is wonderfully spotlighted! as I was reading this one I noticed this talent more. Have a wonderful creative Thursday dear Mike~

[shadrach hah]

Hi Gounwah, thank you for dropping by and the review on this part of Alahsar. It is much appreciated. The flow has to be kept through all the parts and this was the idea for starting this project. I wanted to see if I could keep the idea flowing through a series of parts. I have already started version - 2 of the story. Have a wonderful evening. Hugs always....Mike.

[lightsong]

You are so good with the rhyming and flowing, when a poem flows smoothly it means You did it! You are so welcome will check later the next parts and let me wish You a most good mooring form here🌸🌸🌸