Before The Gates Of Alahsar - Original Version.

The first part of my tale from the time before times.

Before The Gates Of Alahsar - Original Version

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Sweet Alahsar, thy golden crowns adorned the sky of verdant blue, sweet land of dream, throne of Amethyst, land of sunlight, ever shining. Children of the mortal kind, on silver walkways, they find their way to the very heart of dream, the golden gates of Alahsar. Before these gates in long ago, the dark ones came to conquer light. Upon the timeless battlements an Angel stood, sweet womanhood, Her soft brown eyes beheld the foe, as darkness came upon the scene, She watched as mortal men did march through the golden gates, as if in dream. Brave the knights that rode away, armour bright in Summer light, followed by the infantry, bedecked in Summer's brightest colours. Brave the soldiers of that day, hearts of steel, they marched away, Upon Badicha's mighty plain, life's battle for to fight this day. Womanhood did watch from on high, as Fathers, Sons and Lovers marched away. Into the light, the glory bright which e'er did shine on badicha. Her womanhood stood with the rest upon bright battlements of gold, tears, in eyes so young and bold, above the gates of Alahsar. Upon Badicha's mighty plain where man and beast both had come, weapons of destruction meeting, tortured hearts in anguish crying, pain and death their victims seeking, Hearts on darkening pain a-dying, clashing of Faith against Faith, divinity weeping at such a sight. As women's eyes were sorrowfully watching, tears did fall as they watched the red, not but Fifteen minutes passing, sweet Alahsar's manhood lying dead. Wondrous eyes this pain had watched, now looked up to God's Heavenly blue, crying out to the friend of darkness to come and do what he does do. Still, some survive, running blindly to the gates where safety lies, Beasts of darkness do not follow, they stay 'neath the darkening skies. Darkness, oh, Badicha is fallen, will light shine their, e'er again? As the darkness ever deepens, hearts are dismal, all is pain. soldiers running, madly rushing, safety held within golden gates, wide eyed mortals, fear exploding, hearts all burning with fear's light. Shall all dreams be filled with darkness? never light to guide the way, darkened dreams all filled with sadness, will; the light come out of day? __________________________ To Be Continued..........

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

I just stumbled on this series of yours. Before I read the rest may I ask if these characters are fictional or historical? That one line gets caught in my head...to come and do what he does do. I'll wait till I finish to say more. Love it though!

[Kerra]

I have read this twice now, I really enjoyed this. I can't wait to read part 3

[shadrach hah]

Hi Kerra, thank you for dropping by and the review, it is much appreciated. I am so glad you are enjoying the piece. Hopefully I shall have part - 3 on today. This is one of my favourite writes. Have a wonderful Wednesday. Hugs always....Mike.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and how the ancient myths never get old, and never die....how history in wars and love repeats itself
over and over.
the more things change, the more they stay the same.
j.

[shadrach hah]

Hi Jacob, thank you for dropping by and the review on this piece, it is much appreciated. Indeed, the ancient myths never get old, many tales are locked in the Psyche. They are ever being told. I totally agree with what you say....Mike.

[lightsong]

I am impressed by this because it shows a whole turn in your style and talent! very well written piece of poetical story, You put me in the ambiance of Troy and ancient myths, and yes I love them! amazing one dear Mike~

[shadrach hah]

Hi Gounwah, thank you for dropping by and the review on this piece, it is much appreciated. I also love the ancient myths. I have always been interested in ancient history, well, all history actually. This piece is taken from a recurring dream that I have had. Always wanted to put it into words. Have a wonderful Sunday. Hugs always....Mike.