- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, SciFi, Modern, Magical
The order had been sent forthwith
All soldiers heard the call
And straight without a pause of doubt
Enacted protocol
Collapsing screams of agony
That fled their leaders' lips
Incoming pain, a harsh refrain
The Master's heart eclipse
Betrayal, loyalty misplaced
The footmen shifting sides
Their spirits weak, an evil reek
Had caused the shifting tides
Long had the Master sadly guessed
The King had changed, corrupt
Betrayed his oath, official troth
The people's power disrupt
With heavy heart, unwilling hand
The Master found the King
Ensconced away from deadly fray
His smile a madd'ning thing
"You've commandeered the people's will,"
The Master chided him.
"Yet mercy seek, and with them speak
They may not be so grim."
Cold laughter filled the royal room
And from upon his throne
Malicious grin pulled old lips thin
He stood with creaking bone
Now both the Master and the King
Were learned in mystic arts
A force unseen in life between
Surroundings counterparts
A blade apiece hung from their hips
Just ritual for court
But giv'n no heed, the swords unfreed
Kept sheathed, with no import
Protruding eyes like rotting orbs
Examined Master small
His body wracked by magic black
The King made show his hall
"My machinations brought reward
I reap what I did sow.
But there you stand, green little man
Yet living from death's blow."
The Master paused, contemplative
His ethics pulling twain
For heart forbid the King to rid
Or living, he cause pain
So did he thus unnatural
His spirit felt t'would burst
With lifted hand he gave command
Decisively struck first
A royal shout but laced with shock
Rent air and stone the same
Responding just to meet the gust
Strong wills in frail frame
Like statues carved from earthen bone
Filled with tenacity
Yet spirits clashed as lightning flashed
Each seeking mastery
Within mere moments 'round each man
The floor began to crack
And cobblestone did mighty groan
Gave way beneath the wrack
Careening down quite suddenly
A beam of size immense
Impacted floor. And thus the war
In earnest did commence
The very hall began to shake
Its structure compromised
The furnishings, stone slabs like streams
Rushed 'round, unsupervised
Contending for unmeasured time
They gave as best they got
Like ebb and flow, yet locked, plateau
With weariness they fought
Frustration, anger blinding him
The King withdrew restraint
Abandoning his self-caring
He lunged at Master quant
Decrepit bodies intertwined
Outweighed by larger form
The Master tried his terror hide
Lest fear become his norm
Temporal frames, eternal wills
The fate of kingdom wide
A solution, resolution
The Master, time would bide
The King enraged untouchable
Combat would just forestall
Best Master flee to later be
The cat'lyst for fall
Beneath his breath the old man spake
Unwilling words of flight
With mystic flash he made a dash
Left King in angered plight
No longer challenged by his foe
Prevented from revenge
The King cried out, explosive shout
His pride could not avenge
Far from the royal palace hall
To refuge, Master fled
A secret place that bore no trace
And safe place for his bed
When he arrived, awaiting him
Perched high within his chair
Potential shown to take the throne
A lad, the royal heir
All soldiers heard the call
And straight without a pause of doubt
Enacted protocol
Collapsing screams of agony
That fled their leaders' lips
Incoming pain, a harsh refrain
The Master's heart eclipse
Betrayal, loyalty misplaced
The footmen shifting sides
Their spirits weak, an evil reek
Had caused the shifting tides
Long had the Master sadly guessed
The King had changed, corrupt
Betrayed his oath, official troth
The people's power disrupt
With heavy heart, unwilling hand
The Master found the King
Ensconced away from deadly fray
His smile a madd'ning thing
"You've commandeered the people's will,"
The Master chided him.
"Yet mercy seek, and with them speak
They may not be so grim."
Cold laughter filled the royal room
And from upon his throne
Malicious grin pulled old lips thin
He stood with creaking bone
Now both the Master and the King
Were learned in mystic arts
A force unseen in life between
Surroundings counterparts
A blade apiece hung from their hips
Just ritual for court
But giv'n no heed, the swords unfreed
Kept sheathed, with no import
Protruding eyes like rotting orbs
Examined Master small
His body wracked by magic black
The King made show his hall
"My machinations brought reward
I reap what I did sow.
But there you stand, green little man
Yet living from death's blow."
The Master paused, contemplative
His ethics pulling twain
For heart forbid the King to rid
Or living, he cause pain
So did he thus unnatural
His spirit felt t'would burst
With lifted hand he gave command
Decisively struck first
A royal shout but laced with shock
Rent air and stone the same
Responding just to meet the gust
Strong wills in frail frame
Like statues carved from earthen bone
Filled with tenacity
Yet spirits clashed as lightning flashed
Each seeking mastery
Within mere moments 'round each man
The floor began to crack
And cobblestone did mighty groan
Gave way beneath the wrack
Careening down quite suddenly
A beam of size immense
Impacted floor. And thus the war
In earnest did commence
The very hall began to shake
Its structure compromised
The furnishings, stone slabs like streams
Rushed 'round, unsupervised
Contending for unmeasured time
They gave as best they got
Like ebb and flow, yet locked, plateau
With weariness they fought
Frustration, anger blinding him
The King withdrew restraint
Abandoning his self-caring
He lunged at Master quant
Decrepit bodies intertwined
Outweighed by larger form
The Master tried his terror hide
Lest fear become his norm
Temporal frames, eternal wills
The fate of kingdom wide
A solution, resolution
The Master, time would bide
The King enraged untouchable
Combat would just forestall
Best Master flee to later be
The cat'lyst for fall
Beneath his breath the old man spake
Unwilling words of flight
With mystic flash he made a dash
Left King in angered plight
No longer challenged by his foe
Prevented from revenge
The King cried out, explosive shout
His pride could not avenge
Far from the royal palace hall
To refuge, Master fled
A secret place that bore no trace
And safe place for his bed
When he arrived, awaiting him
Perched high within his chair
Potential shown to take the throne
A lad, the royal heir