Before The Gates Of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 1

Before The Gates Of Alahsar - Version - 2 - 1

A Poem by shadrach hah
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A fantasy that comes from the time before time. A battle within the land of dream, before the golden city of Alahsar.

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"Before The Gates Of Alahsar," By, Michael .P. Clarke. Full Version. Epic style. Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........1. Come now, my Lords and Ladies, listen now to the tale I shall tell, the ancient tale of the dreamland, of Alahsar, I lay before you. look now within your mind's eye, look on the golden gates to peaceful shrine, they stand in wonder, before a city of joy and peace, a most ancient jewel. I, your Bard, stand before you, my words, I am ready to sing, my beating heart of truth, it shall beat the tales cadence, as my words, I do speak. Oh, Alahsar, your dream forever sung, I lay it forth, following ancient texts, come now, my Lords and Ladies, listen to the tale my heart shall tell. Never, had there been dark, in Alahsar's jewelled kingdom, the sky afire, with a golden glow, in a night of lightened twilight, all night, this sun would lie low in the sky, a golden glory, this light of love, ever touching the beating heart of Alahsar. The sun did sparkle off golden pinnacles and minarets bejewelled, the sun, kissed gold so gently, and golden light did live, my Lords and Ladies, such a dazzling display of light effects, forth did come the rainbows of dream's desire. Upward, ran the virgin white, stone dwellings, of the city, they did tower to such heights, they reached for the heart of Heaven, open your minds to the vision, look upward, upward, ever upward, atop the great city, a golden palace, how that glory did shine. This was a golden beacon to all, that Alahsar did live, the city of dream, in its golden coat, arrayed, it did sing dream's song, from the golden gates below to the golden palace atop, peace and joy did reign, Alahsar, sing dreams song in majesty. On the first level, the dwellings of Alahsar's mighty armies, of the most sumptuous furnishings, they were arrayed, seem within your minds, soldiers dressed in such regal splendour, those on duty, they walk proudly. from dwellings to the mighty parapet walls. They all know nights of passion, in rooms of silken beauty, primal passion, emitting sighs and screams into the night communal wash areas were to the rear of these dwellings, they were behind high walls, built into the rock itself. On the second level, merchants homes and shops arrayed, here were homes, of richer bearing, belonging to the more powerful, mini palaces, with minarets adorning their heads, of purest gold, the scents of the orient, here they did waft on the air, intoxicating. Each scent mingled with the next, inducing peace, a gentle narcotic, Listen, mighty ones, the sounds of trade ever singing, these mini palaces had indoor bathing facilities for the inhabitants, beautiful mini gardens, behind these dwellings, such beauty. Now look, see in your mind's eye, level three, the communal gardens, they were lush, green areas, surrounded by Kaleidoscopic colour, there were shapes and descriptions, of all kinds of exotic plants, they seemed, painted onto this scene, by a master's hands. so skillfully crafted, these gardens of love, peaceful to the mind, there were trees of mighty girth, lifting their many arms in praise of the Gods, there were secluded, hidden areas, those areas for lovers to be left alone, indeed, I, as your Bard, I tell you, all desires were catered for. On the fourth level, homes for the palace staff, grandiose buildings, virtual palaces, as close as could be to the merchant's homes in style, from golden window casings, the Badicha plain could be viewed complete, the inhabitants blessed, the splendour of love's dreams theirs. In dwellings fit for mighty kings, they lived out their lives. within your minds, know that all knew love and joy within Alahsar, These homes had larger bathing areas within, sounds of joy did ever sound within each dwelling, happy people. Lords and Ladies, lift up your horns to the splendour that is Alahsar, to that most beautiful jewel, under a low, midnight sun, on level five, the king's palace and its vast gardens stand-alone, the great golden glory, of he, known only as the golden king. Lift up your horns, all you who hearken to my words, drink the blessed mead and in your hearts, ever, Alahsar remember, In one mighty cry may our voices be heard, "Glory And Honour!!!" Oh, golden king, your mighty kingdom lives, Look down mighty king, on all that is yours, your glorious name through ancient tales remembered, in infamy or glory, this tale shall tell. We look back, into an ancient world, long forgotten, the golden dream of Alahsar facing its greatest trial, now, hearken close my Lords and Ladies, while my tale unfolds, come to the greatest wonder, Alahsar.

© 2023 shadrach hah


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Added on February 6, 2023
Last Updated on February 6, 2023
Tags: Light, Dark, war, death, love, hate

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shadrach hah
shadrach hah

Cowdenbeath, Fife, United Kingdom



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I am a would-be poet who likes to let the heart sing as it chooses. There is always romance in the air. more..

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