On the fields of ruin
Ashes and tears
Battered and broken
Drowning in fear
They clashed and they clanged
Their souls torn asunder
Their screams and their cries
Drowned out by the thunder
The dragons they came
For the right to survive
The wizards they fled
Deep into the night
On the sidelines they watched
As the enemies fought
Aware by the end
The death was for naught
The trolls and the orcs
The dragons and demons
The elves and the dwarfs
The pixies and humans
The rage and the anger
Like lava they spread
Until all the children
Were lying there, dead
From carnage arose
Like a fiery phoenix
A dark, fearsome spirit
A shadow malicious
He cackled and chuckled
Knowing the people
In their fear and grief
Would call for his evil
"Lo, here I thought
I'd have to oppress them
But they shout and they cheer
As they call me towards them!
With pitchforks and torches
They bleed like the grim
While failing to see
I'm waiting within."
They fought and they bled
Till the ground turned to pitch
Meanwhile the wraith
Became filthy rich.
"Yes, fight!" said the wraith,
Writhing with glee.
"When you're fighting each other
You won't notice me."
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--Gwella Runekeeper, from The Chronicles of Terra
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Forest Fables
PoetryA fairy raised by mining dwarves, Gwella Runekeeper has never quite fit in with the rest of her folk. Now she travels the world of Paxus and records the stories she finds. Updates: When the muse strikes. Fable: "a supernatural story incorporating el...
