KnightofShadows
Knight of Shadows ~ Keeper of The Balance
Imagination
Sit, Listen, I'll tell a Story...
One, Long and Magic breath
Of Kings, Queens and Glory
Knights and tragic death
Of Broken hearts, and mended souls
Faraway castles and enchanted lands
Of Evil spirits, Hags and Trolls
Were Elves and Faeries do abide
And ply their mischievous magic
On foolish men drunk of pride
Where these loathsome men doth conspire
Their pitch black hearts a yearning
In lust for power, gold and sorcerer's fire
Where shadows may hold an Assassin cold
Or an underhanded stealthy Rogue
Who will nimbly divest you of your gold
I'll tell of blood and roses deepest red
Of ancient forests cursed and dark
Where the mightiest heroes fear to tread
Mythical mountains insanely tall and steep
Of caverns, treasure and secrets long lost
Hoarded in their darkness foul, damp and deep
Of Knights in shining armor & burnished shields
Their strength, loyalty and courage unmatched
Save by the silver gleam in the sword each wields
They live by their oaths, sweat and steel
And to the drums of their marching
Emperors cower, cluck and kneel
I speak of endless loves, tragically lost
To malicious blades, eclipsing dark arrows
Or accursed Black Magic's always frightful cost
I'll tell of Ages passed in ink like dark
Of Mighty empires, forgotten and fallen
To blood lusting generals who'd leave their mark
Legacy's written in innocent red blood
Each dynasty built on the sweat and pain
Of uncountable warriors, face down in mud
Tales of Demons, red scaled, winged and horned
Of fire, brimstone and barbed devil's tails
And vile blood pacts made for man's first born
Grim haunted castle's with tall Wizard's towers
Their menacing moats and devious perils
Harboring great magic and tomes of dark powers
Imagine prancing under the silver moon light
The gossamer vision of fairest of Elven dancers
A miraculous visage unknown to mortal sight
Dwell upon the thought of deepest Dwarven mines
Their vast treasures, gems and gold and glittering
Feasting halls and full flagons of ales and wines
Of vile Necromancers, their armies of bones
Animated, pale cold and dauntless
Black eyes transfixed on their coveted thrones
Pirate's chests, a spilling burnished gold
Of Ambush, charge and skirmish
Brilliant tactics, blessed and bold
Tyrannical Kings and good Monarch's arise
Some through battles grand and valiant
Or ascended in intrigue at another's demise
They rise in meteoric crimson coronation
For a fleeting time they sit their thrones
Through the eternal rise and fall of nations
Though many know only evil, hate and greed
A goodly few are ruled in love and peace
But of one thing I am sure,
Imagination is what they really need...
- Will Moquin 2013
Sit, Listen, I'll tell a Story...
One, Long and Magic breath
Of Kings, Queens and Glory
Knights and tragic death
Of Broken hearts, and mended souls
Faraway castles and enchanted lands
Of Evil spirits, Hags and Trolls
Were Elves and Faeries do abide
And ply their mischievous magic
On foolish men drunk of pride
Where these loathsome men doth conspire
Their pitch black hearts a yearning
In lust for power, gold and sorcerer's fire
Where shadows may hold an Assassin cold
Or an underhanded stealthy Rogue
Who will nimbly divest you of your gold
I'll tell of blood and roses deepest red
Of ancient forests cursed and dark
Where the mightiest heroes fear to tread
Mythical mountains insanely tall and steep
Of caverns, treasure and secrets long lost
Hoarded in their darkness foul, damp and deep
Of Knights in shining armor & burnished shields
Their strength, loyalty and courage unmatched
Save by the silver gleam in the sword each wields
They live by their oaths, sweat and steel
And to the drums of their marching
Emperors cower, cluck and kneel
I speak of endless loves, tragically lost
To malicious blades, eclipsing dark arrows
Or accursed Black Magic's always frightful cost
I'll tell of Ages passed in ink like dark
Of Mighty empires, forgotten and fallen
To blood lusting generals who'd leave their mark
Legacy's written in innocent red blood
Each dynasty built on the sweat and pain
Of uncountable warriors, face down in mud
Tales of Demons, red scaled, winged and horned
Of fire, brimstone and barbed devil's tails
And vile blood pacts made for man's first born
Grim haunted castle's with tall Wizard's towers
Their menacing moats and devious perils
Harboring great magic and tomes of dark powers
Imagine prancing under the silver moon light
The gossamer vision of fairest of Elven dancers
A miraculous visage unknown to mortal sight
Dwell upon the thought of deepest Dwarven mines
Their vast treasures, gems and gold and glittering
Feasting halls and full flagons of ales and wines
Of vile Necromancers, their armies of bones
Animated, pale cold and dauntless
Black eyes transfixed on their coveted thrones
Pirate's chests, a spilling burnished gold
Of Ambush, charge and skirmish
Brilliant tactics, blessed and bold
Tyrannical Kings and good Monarch's arise
Some through battles grand and valiant
Or ascended in intrigue at another's demise
They rise in meteoric crimson coronation
For a fleeting time they sit their thrones
Through the eternal rise and fall of nations
Though many know only evil, hate and greed
A goodly few are ruled in love and peace
But of one thing I am sure,
Imagination is what they really need...
- Will Moquin 2013
