A Prelude

A poem describing a part of the story of Neuroc.

 

 A Prelude

 

The twang of bows and all let fly

Rising to the heavens they arch

across the sky

 

Shadowing the sun they begin to fall

They fall like raindrops

But from no clouds

Their passage heard men duck and

cover fearing the sound

 

This deadly hail strikes flesh and bone

Metal and earth

Many cry out and fall

Blood flows freely

Soaking the earth

The wounded seek to crawl

Seeking safety through escape

A number do not move at all

 

 

A second twang and a second volley

The wounded look up and can feel

their hearts beat

Hammering in their chest as their

doom approaches

More unforgiving than the greatest

hail

Harsh and unforgiving like the coldest

winter

Few are left standing and a second wave

is sent forward

 

The gates open and out march the Som Ros

Author's Note

A prelude to Warriors of a flame.