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Last Knight Standing

Author: Jose Ragnos
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Last Knight Standing

Dark and empty does my heartless soul walk
The vast valley of hatred. Every rock
That I touch melts under my angry hand
Which does not stand against my grip's demand.

The damned that see me come to me with fear;
Holding back, not one of them dares come near.
All trembled with what all of them can see,
My hate knows no bounds, nor knows no mercy.

Alas, we reached the dark heart of this hell.
No longer shall we be caged in this cell.
The devil stands tall wanting to kill me.
Our eyes show no mercy for all who see.

There are no bounds my soul will ever reach.
All begs of mercy are met with a screech
As my sword silences their heads with vengeance.
Battling the army, the fight was immense.

Night comes, yet sword and ax clash in the dark.
The screams of the dead soon end like a spark.
Roars of the living, one by one are ceased,
The moon cries seeing the abused deceased.

Blood soaks through the ground causing men to fall,
All fell in time, even the best of all.
Hours went by, and yet we still fight here.
Until the last fell dead, stabbed threw the ear.

My sword soaked with the blood of the fallen,
The fog move around viciously sullen
As the moons tears fall on my steel armor,
The dead slowly turn to a dull marmor.

A red sunrise shines on the valley floor,
Nothing remains of the horrific war.
As I, a lone knight stands on the soaked ground
Does see, the fate of which all men are bound.

Submitted on 2007-03-11 21:10:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  i absalutly loved this poem. its nice to read poems that ryhme and sound good, along with having stong emotion. the last stanza is great...honestly i dont have anything bad to say good job..
| Posted on 2007-03-12 00:00:00 | by aleksandra | [ Reply to This ]
  Very good. The only mistake I say was in the sixth stanza when you said threw instead of through. But I thought it was very good anyway. It kinda makes me think of a book I read on the battle of Thermopylae. I had some very interesting mental images when I read it. A very stirring poem. I really liked the last stanza. That just made it perfect for me.
| Posted on 2007-03-12 00:00:00 | by Swimming Bird | [ Reply to This ]

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