The War Of Deltora: A Poem
The wind tearing at your ears
The sky blackening like endless wings
Ships bearing apocalyptic brands
They're coming, they're coming.
Millions of minions, swords raised high
The resounding notes of an epic war nigh
The air rippling with battle cries
Endless battalions of men, knowing they'll die
Men biting their lips, drawing blood
Falling towards the crusted mud
The Shadow Lord blinded by lust
Sheath his evil in Deltora, yes he must
Tears, like rivers, falling down
Towards the rusting, disembodied crown
Of Lief, the heroic, once great king
On the body of Jasmine, his most treasured thing
He unsheathed his sword, unleashed a cry
Pained by death, pained by why
The death of his wife so sweet
Had to fall before his tear-stained feet
The enemy commenced to plague the shores
This epic war, they will regret forevermore
The day they set foot on their lands
They will be destroyed by the courage of Deltorans
A sliver of sun met the earth
Lighting the land like a cottage hearth
Signaling the moment of the battle
Where previous slaves will no longer be shackled
Me, I know not how the war ended
But I surely know that it depended
On the attitude of Deltora's blessed lord
Who will rule from Del to the Shadowland's fords
Power