Battle
There the phantom pharaoh stood,
Staring about the haunted wood.
Blood on his hands,
Troops at his feet.
He charged his army forth.
Watched the opposing forces meet.
And then he knew no more.
The ghost wolves howled in the forest,
The dead birds trilled their lament.
For when the captain awoke he was surprised,
To find niether army would flee,
And all that was left were the forest and the mist and the trees.
The mage master leaped from behind a tree,
In his cloak the color of shade,
The wind did not stir him,
A creature that darkness made.
His sword metal gleamed,
"Fight me now pharaoh!"
He screamed.
Whip met sword.
Scythe met shield.
The battle went on,
Niether would yield.
The general stumbled,
The captain stepped forth,
He grabbed the enemy's blade.
And that shadow wrought steel
Cut off it's masters head.
The pharaoh stood tall.
He completed his quest,
And managed to uphold his pride.
With that thought in mind,
The pharaoh died.
So now if you walk through the forest
If you can see at all through the mirk,
You will find the beaming pharaoh,
And the mage's endless smirk.
The ghost wolves will howl in the forest,
The dead birds will trill their lament,
For the leaders of yore who have fallen.
Whose glory time cannot dent.