The Kings Bane
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

Shadows of a 
distant past.
Eerie panes of 
broken glass.
Sounds that echo 
off a wall.
Distant visions 
I once recall.

In this reign 
rain must fall.
It's in the madness
I recall.
Foresight sees 
a murky cast.
A crystal ball 
of visions past.

Who so ever
seeks the truth.
Now become a 
surly sleuth.
Dancing on the 
graves of men.
Deeds bequeath 
forgotten sins.

They dig down deep, 
into a well.
Where only evil 
tends to dwell.
Ancient scrolls,
reveal their plot.
Act of mercy, 
that time forgot.

Hearld are these, 
times of lore.
To seek serenity, 
we now implore.
Daylight breaks, 
upon the rise.
Times of reckoning, 
is the prize.

The horn blows, 
upon this hill.
Vision blurs and 
time stands still.
Swords now drawn, 
battle cries.
Upon this field, 
our victory lies.

Brazen are these, 
men that dare.
Upon these oaths, 
we dost swear.
If death does find me, 
here tonight.
Release my soul, 
to a Valkyrie's flight.