Final Siege
The sight, the knowing is enough to drive anyone indoors.
Where the safety and solitude of cold porcelain encircle all comers.
Crashing fire.
Raining dark stones of flame.
Children running for the battlements.
The evil smiling down upon the chaos.
Feeding on the fear, the terror.
Every dying scream, music to the scaled ears of the invaders.
The walls won’t hold much longer.
The city glows with fire.
Our hero is lost.
The dark horizon holds no ray of light.
The morning will fall on a graveyard of ruins.
And a storm rolls down from the north.
Perhaps, at least, a blast of freshness before eternal sleep.
When forces gather and the times of power near,
When the hearts pound faster in anticipation of the final beat,
Souls collide, often by the choosing of others.
Your kindred one may yet await, patiently.
What will you do, if you meet across the field of battle?