Siege

The world holds its breath for just one moment more
til split wide asunder by savagerys roar
as the serpent approaches, charnel-house breath,
to take us and bind us, and lead us to death
at the hands of the Dark Lord, bringer of war,
who rides in the vanguard, and none is feared more
than this herald of evil, harbinger of doom,
cloaking the sky with his black cloak of gloom
that hides all his armies of venomous hate,
their talons and teeth will no doubt seal our fate.

For years we have stood as the last of the brave,
well skilled in the use of the lance and the glaive,
but what use is metal on beasts such as these
that spawn in the skies, and breed in the seas
that surround us with sulphur and acrid fumes,
deep-scarring the walls of our castle with runes
that tell of destruction, and worse things to come,
yet nary a man from this high wall will run
from storm clouds that gather to feed on our bones,
well fight to the last to defend all our homes.

See, ragged and raging, our enemy comes!
We feel the ground shaken by marching and drums
as we raise up the bows our forefathers made
and loose a sharp rain on the grim cavalcade
that swarms round our tower of bright marble stone,
the last place on Earth to still hold a White throne
Our main gates have fallen! Oh, Gods, aid us now,
the slaughter is dreadful, yet we hold our vow!
I must leave this record, and stand by my friends,
if no more is written, then all met their ends