Before The Gates Of Alahsar - Original Version - 6

The final fight goes on. The Arlagh's fight to the end. Part - 6 of my "Alahsar tale.

6. Arlaghs, once more ready to advance, this could be their final chance, to turn, for them, the battle fought, to destroy the mortal, they had sought. yet now, know this would not be. mortals would this day be free, from the darkness across the plain, blood was shed away, by tears of pain. The Dark Man helped upon his feet, this battle scene is now complete, Turvehr, he is now by his side, now, there is no place to hide, Dark Man helped on back of friend, now he'll fight until the end, Arlagh's see the Dark Man near, once again, their Dark hearts no fear, One final push, once more into the fray, tears are falling, human's calling, as the fight runs too its end, at Alahsar, that fateful day. The Tigress, tears fall from her eyes, she softly says her last goodbyes, for she knows, at the end of this day, the Dark Man shall have passed away. Every eye shall have a tear, the Arlagh's shaking now with fear, "Walk In The Light," final cry, the Dark Man's call, repeated now by one and all. Forward for the final time, Blood does flow, life's sweetest wine, Utamol, now in final storm, slashing, hacking, stabbing home. Arlagh, now hanging his head, His fate is written, on blade so red, still, creatures of night battle on, as they hear Death's mighty horn. Life is gone, within battle's storm, yet still, the Arlaghs battle on, it is the only way they know, death facing the foe, the way they must go. The Tigress, fighting on with such skill, her sword is thirsty for the kill, her dance is the dance of Death, those facing her, take their last breath. Anger burns deep in her soul, destroying the dark, her only goal, She does all a warrior can, she stays near to her Dark man. The mists of time can't take away, the horror felt upon this day, at this time there is no glorious sight, Arlagh's dispatched to their land of night. battle over now, all mortals cheer, except for the one crying sorrow's tear, no more shall they be together, Dark Man's dead body sits on Turvehr. Cheers of victory are slowly muted, agony of the heart, is better suited, mortals fall upon their knees, the Joy within their hearts, does freeze. Many times the saviour of this dreamland, he has made his final stand, the tears of all begin to fall, the Carynx has blown, one last, mighty call. To Be Continued..........

Reviews

[lightsong]

it is kind of surprising that this "To Be Continued...." is the Dark Man will come alive next? who knows only You :>. another wonderfully and well written piece dear Mike. "Carynx" I had to search for it, an ancient instrument right?

[shadrach hah]

Hi Gounwah, thank you for dropping by and the review on this piece, it is much appreciated. The Carynx is an ancient battle horn. I am so glad you are enjoying the write. Have a wonderful Friday. Love and Hugs always....Mike.