The Grand Lord of Redcrossing
Why, oh why must I bow down to you.
A group of measly peasants?
Spoke the Grand Lord of Redcrossing,
Demanding his people work harder and harder – for his own goal.
Gold, women, food, wine and power,
Tis all the reward he knows for his effortless acts.
Though judgement comes for all men,
No matter wealth, age or gender.
When he comes – one should allow him entry with kindness,
And think carefully on their wishes.
"Riches, food and power...this is what I demand"
Spoke the Grand Lord of Redcrossing.
But now the ashes lay on the once green fields,
With only one body residing.
Wishes be granted...
But not what he wanted.
And with all he asked...
He be left behind with not a soul to share with.
Author Note - I am working on my lyrical/poetic pieces, so what did you think of this one?
Tell me what you think the meaning of this is. The hint is that it is still linked to the story of the Knights of Grimm. I feel like doing some documents like these of little lore pieces every now and then.
I'd happily accept any critical feedback too, I am always looking for a way to improve.
Thanks for reading!
Please review and let me know what you think this means.
- Matt