Nightbringer- a poem by Nick

    

Nightbringer

Monstrous Beast

Lord of Death

Bane of all

Master of the Stars!

Who can contest such unmatchable power?

Who can stand before with still knees?

Silently he appears

Fear precedes him; Darkness follows him.

Cries, Cries all around

Clouded Confusion

Terrifying glimpses

And Death.

Dark is his will

Revenge gnaws at the edge of his mind always

Powerful are his ways

Obstacles concern him not

None shall survive.

But wait!

Below on the cleft!

A hero challenges him! 

The one tears apart dozens of enemies to get to the boastful hero

The two clash bloodily together

The Grey hero holds back death itself.

The fight wages on for hours

Lesser brethren of the hero join the epic battle

Others try to help with the Monstrosity

But they are driven away by its unspeakable terror and dread

Finally the hero delivers a blow!

The lesser Grey ones cheer with admiration of their unbeatable hero

But the one does not fall

With one deadly swipe the hero collapses under the one’s potent strength

The Grey ones fall silent, seeing their fate to die at the hands of the terrible one.

They lose their cheer of battle

And realize the foolishness of even hoping to beat the one.

None shall survive.

All grows dark and even the bravest of heart are drained of strength

The first two breathe their last breath

The rest fall to their knees, shaking in fear.

The one passes over the hero as he hovers towards the remnant

Suddenly the hero thrusts his sword up into the beast in a last burst of courage and a deep desire to defeat the beast

The others see the time to fight is now

They leap in the air, swords drawn.

As one they strike

The hero drives his sword in all the more

And they hack and hack

And when the one has fallen

Who is left alive?

And for those left alive,

Who can hope to stand?

Who can face Necrodermis?

For they all fell on that day,

Fighting for their lives and others,

Fighting to kill

The Nightbringer.
     -By Nick Broce

7/19/11 Nick