Poem – Death of a Poet

Based on events from A Throne of Bones

A mortally wounded flier, upon returning to his forest home meets the weeping bride of his distant youth. Instead of relishing these precious moments he icily reacts to her desperate attempts to soothe his passing with song. His bitter knowledge of the coming ruin speaks through this final soliloquy.

Sing to me your swan song

sing to me your lie

spread your pretty lips let out

the swaying locust cry

 

drown out all the ringing in

my battle damaged ears

let it soothe the killing wound

and soon reali-zed fears

 

I want to now feel hopeful

for hopes lost yesterday

lie to me, sing your sweet lies

until I pass away

Poem – A Sea of Skulls: Horde

Amid the green is chanting

over the hill heads sway

the rowdy toughs, growl and yell

the giant twisted fey

 

Eyes all full of lust

for women for land for blood

they poison air with foul stench

and paint the road with mud

 

Near to civilization

our calm defenseless home

they march nearly unorganized

lumbering too and fro

 

We’re racing round the tree line

horses hooves like thunder

lances punching silently

as we emerge from cover

 

No choice but to defeat them

less all we have be lost

we charge with mighty battle cry

and make them count the loss

Poem – Victory

Prepare your eyes for tears of laughter

Your cups to brim forever after

To loose your guard but for an hour

For finally we’ve come to power

Sheath the blade and clean the stains

Drink away the aches and pains

Embrace to breast all men’s delights

Dance deep into weary nights

Look around all look the same

Smiles show with our king’s name

Rejoice for now oppression wanes

Till war’s cry the mirth remains