Rude and Sordid Ploys

  • Rude and Sordid Ploys

    Fire

    Raging fire

    Assailed the city walls

    Fire raging fire

    The city doomed to fall.

     

    A storm brewed

    On the horizon

    A storm made of men

    This maelstrom crude

    And loyal to the General’s every whim.

     

    The General

    On his mighty horse

    His white-like-lightning steed,

    Gave away the orders

    To take no worried heed

    And listen on no pleading

    To lop of the heads and leave the streets bleeding

    He had been wanting, needing

    To see these Stormcloaks dead.

     

    The men seemed to take notice

    Of the General’s ruthless order

    And though they bled reluctance

    They followed it, that rude and sordid

    Action, they killed the men and the boys

    The women and children victim to

    Merciless ploys of a man who had once been a boy

    And had once played in the meadows the same,

    But instead of flowers he now picked up poison,

    And lit up the city with flame.

Comments

7 Comments
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  March 23, 2016
    Yet another nice piece.
  • ProbsCoolerThanYou
    ProbsCoolerThanYou   ·  March 20, 2016
    Thanks Lissette and Phil! 
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  March 20, 2016
    This is probably cooler than anything I can do, I effing love it!
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  March 20, 2016
    Agreed. Good job. 
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  March 20, 2016
    It definitely did! 
  • ProbsCoolerThanYou
    ProbsCoolerThanYou   ·  March 20, 2016
    Thanks so much Lyall! Yeah I really wanted to go for a corrupt, manipulating vibe with this and I think it worked.
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  March 19, 2016
    Wow, this is great! Your best one yet, in my opinion. I really liked how you focused on the general in this, nice work.