The Company's Betrayal
Sawtooth - Company Scribe
Wind
whipping through frost covered branches,
rattling
like bones of the dead in a box,
the
night sky turns red as I gaze at the moon,
I
hear the laughter as the devil he mocks.
The
battalion stands strong as it's done through the ages,
our
battles fought hard and with honour,
our
commission was paid and we fight to the end,
only
this time our fight is not pure.
Outsmarted,
deceived, the contract was signed,
and
we fled to the north and it's battles,
the
frozen lands and their great carpets of ice,
all
through the winter, that devil he cackles.
Through
the ages of man the company has stood,
five
thousand strong and feared for their skills,
most
honourable foes to take to the field,
no
honour this time as we number our kills.
The
quick silvered tongue of the man with the coin,
laid
out a path that was righteous and good,
but
the truth was revealed through the battles we fought,
as we
drove north to the stench ridden wood.
For
each battle won revealed the truth of our fate,
usurped
into serving those gods from the past,
the
demons of tales that become myth and legend,
the
brotherhood sold as the die was re-cast.
Standing
knee-deep in the blood of the fallen,
I
search for a path that will lead us to freedom,
a
light in the dark we have chosen to follow,
a
home with the righteous for this proven legion.
The
battalion stands strong in the face of such evil,
the
light in the sky may provide our source of salvation,
the
tales from the past shine like new in our darkness,
will
a ghost from our history be our redemption?
©
Fergus Martin
2014
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