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VxPoem ID: 36188
Category:
myth_legend
Posted: May 26th. 2009 12:17:30 AM
Views: 594 |
The birth of Demonslay
by Drasco
Age Group: Adult
Let me tell you a tale, unchanged through out time
A fair green ancient isle, the setting for my rhyme
A tale of a hero, and the love of his heart
His ill-fated journey, doomed from the start
Back into the past, in times of laughter and of woe
When man was still young, barely set upon his road
Back into a history, of gods both kind and cruel
Who still yet thought of man, as a simple fool
Our hero’s tragic story, opened their eyes so blind
He gave all he had for love, he’d sought so long to find
A tale of an epic strife, in which the fates did lose
For love over life, a hero will ever choose
The gods on high looked down and smiled upon a babe
They knew when he grew up, a hero would be made
A solemn watch they kept, and a gift to him they gave
A heart filled with pure love, so his true love he might save
The god below looked up, anger burning in his eyes
For it was our hero, he most truly did despise
He called forth a demon, malicious and without a soul
To steal away his true love, was its only hateful goal
Now the youth had grown, into a noble man
And twas such a fine day, when first he took her hand
His bow was deep and graceful to the daughter of the throne
It was at that very moment, loves bell struck its tone
The call had come for soldiers, to come protect the land
And against all evil, he knew that he would stand
Called forth as a champion, from his town so small
That was how he came to be, in the kings great hall
His mighty blade clutched tightly, he trained both night and day
Though his muscles grew tired, still he would not sway
He grew to his weapon, like non had seen before
And when the army was ready, they marched off to war
The battles they were bloody, but his name shown through
For with his blade when he struck, it always did strike true
For the final battle, he was placed at the head
And when his blade stopped swinging, all the enemy lay dead
When at last they came home, a hero he was claimed
On every persons lips, was the story of his fame
Then the king he bade him kneel, in what all knew was right
And with his fabled blade, was named a noble knight
At this news the princess, how her heart did cheer
For now as a knight, of marriage the king could hear
The wedding it was glorious, that is how its told
But that is when the demon, crept from its evil hold
On that night so precious, the two walked along the wall
When suddenly in darkness, the demon came to call
With a mighty shout, it grabbed her bout the waist
And made of into the night, in true demonic haste
With hatred in his heart, and vengeful fire in his eyes
He jumped upon his steed, and let loose a battle cry
Into the night he rode, on the trail he sped
And all did hear his vow, he would have the demons head
Ever onward he did ride, into the next days sun
Upon the demons trail, ever fast was his run
In the third days dawn, he road into a glade
For it was here to be, the demons stand was made
It drew its blade of darkness, the hero stared it in the eye
He drew his blade of glory, and swore that it would die
Their swords gave a mighty clash, as he stood it toe to toe
And in a flash of fury, about the glade they did go
Round and round with flashing blades, the two of them they fought
Though the fates had past him on, the gods on high had not
For the gift they gave him, when he was just a boy
Was exactly what he needed, for the demon to destroy
In his heart he held the key, that would win the day
For in his heart was the love, for the captured maid
He gave up not a single step, where most men’s strength would fail
He met the demon blade to blade, he knew he must prevail
For her life he battled, the crash of steal rang shrill
He knew he fought a demon, and yet he fought it still
All of his love for her, did fill his legend blade
But in the end twas both of them, who fell upon the glade
When the beast who held her, lost its life that day
The chains they were broken, and did slip away
When the dust had settled, and the blood soaked in the ground
The princess was in the glade, with no one else around
She was left standing, with her soul crying inside
As she slowly crept, to where her lover died
Though filled with grief and anguish, by his body she did kneel
And cry with all her love for him, and the wound that would not heal
She laid her hand upon the sword, that had set her free
And felt the power locked inside, and new what had to be
For when it spilled demonic blood, the sword was truly blessed
And now that she held the blade, she would be put to the test
His death would not go unanswered, of this she was sure
For just as was his love, so too was hers as pure
To the gates of hell, she knew that she must ride
After the evil god, who’s life she could not abide
She traveled ever on, and quested so every far
She prayed the gods, guide her hollowed scar
The road was filled with evil, yet onward she did stay
And all adversity was met, by the blade named Demonslay
Years took her journey, her laughter filled with grief
Yet she would search forever, for her true loves thief
The fates they were cruel to her, and oft the dice were tossed
For many times along the way, she felt she might be lost
Yet the gods they listened, and never left her side
And they did guide her, to the end of her ride
To the doors of the hall, of the one who caused the pain
She knew as she entered, loves death was not in vain
She walked into his throne room, saw him blade in hand
She knew that he was a god, but knew that she would stand
As she stood there staring, holding her lovers blade
She knew that he would fall, for the life he slayed
She walked up to him, and cursed his very name
She feared not at all, his mighty sword of flame
She let loose her sorrowed laughter, oh how it did ring
For she knew this was the end, of the demon king
There was heavy silence, then they flew to the fight
He now knew true fear, for she would not bend to his might
Then as fast as lighting, he struck strait and true
Where his blade did hit, the heart it should go through
She just stood there, his sword thru her chest
For he had already taken, the heart from her breast
She laughed once more, with vengeance in her soul
Then with one final swing, she did meet her goal
The gods head went flying, far into the air
She did not watch it, she could no longer care
For with his final breath, she did cease to be
At long last now, her soul was set free
Among the weeping willows, a lost soul does sleep at last
No longer tossed by the fates, no more sounds her sorrowed laugh
To beyond they brought her, a hero finally called home
For by the mighty Demonslay, the evil god ceased to roam
They are marked among the past now, each for their last ride
They fought not for glory, but for the love they held inside
Their sorrow is all gone now, their vengeance has been filled
Of their deeds they forever sing, a crossed the emerald hills.
Author's Notes: I know it is a lil long, but please bear with me, it is a legend that is the pases for a mordern fanticy im trying to write, please send me your comments
Author's Location: Leesville, Louisiana
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