Epic of one Hellish Night

 

The melancholic bells     were ringing with ardor,

And the sun had risen     at the brink of the door,

While the horses saddled,     and their riders ridden

Through the gated fenyard,     with its secrets hidden

And its woods and shrubs,     shielded amongst hay

To cover up     its hidden fray!

Aye, there was much     with evil to be found

Beyond Hijori Cliff     and its surrounding grounds.

Yet the townsfolk dance,     and the townsfolk sing,

All in sheer ignorance     of their devilish King.

 

There he stood,     holding his staff,

Chanting witch’ry     to his eager demons

Whilst dwarven     workers hammered

Away at the stones     that breaded the walls.

 

The melancholic bells     were ringing with rigor,

And the sun had stayed     at a reasonable soar.

While the marketsmen     bartered and stayed

In the fenced field,     with its goods for display

And its tents and stands,     shaded under care

To cover them     from the sky’s stare.

Aye, there was much     with worth to be found

Throughout Yari’s Market     and its contained grounds.

Yet the marketsfolk trade,     and the marketsfolk scour,

All not seeing the new     risen tower!

 

There he stood,     sacrificing

The blood of his people     and their souls to his demons

Whilst the power     he hath gained

Became enough     to destroy them.

 

The melancholic bells     were ringing with vigor,

And the sun had fled     to a distant corner.

While the cityfolk     dined and ran

In the bricked steppe,     with its homes for man,

And their horses and beasts     sheltered below roofs

To hide them     from a passing goof.

Aye, there was much     with fineness to be found

Around Kabon’s square     and its close grounds.

Yet the cityfolk chance     and the cityfolk prance,

But do not see     the descending lance.

 

There he stood, looking upward.

Gazing upon the son     of the morning in the sky.

The Earth began     to tremble and fright.

As the being brought     the moon down to Earth.

 

The melancholic bells     were ringing with candor

And the moon was falling     down on the world.

While everyone      gathered in the square.

To say one     last prayer.

And their homeland     had shaken below

Causing their livestock     to run and go.

Aye, there was much     with good to be found.

Around the pure land,    and its bordering grounds.

Yet the people stand,     and the people stand.

And finally knew     their king that commands.

 

There he stood evilly,     looking forward.

Peering at the city,     which was now annihilated.

Doing the work,     prescribed by the Devil,

The prince of hell,     and its main prisoner.

 

The melancholy bells     were dreadfully quiet.

And the sky was black     above the wreckage.

While everyone     was claimed by Death.

In heaven by the sky,     the gates had opened

And the people and beasts     were given a home.

To embrace those of them     who accepted His mercy.

Aye, there were many,     being forgiven of sins,

Around the castle of the Lord     being way safer.

Yet the demons stand,     and the King stood.

 

And finally knew.     The God that commands.