Sunday, 5 December 2010

The Black Sound

This poem was written for Sarthacus Bolt- I hope you enjoy it and good luck with your book. I am sure it will have great success.

The Black Sound

A bolt of darkness creeps along the ground
Hunting through the inky blackness
Of the darkling plain
As swift as silence he searches
The Ninth Great Harbinger of Woe

Bringer of the dark despondent dawn
The assassin waits
He strides through dusty halls and hallowed caves
Through the mire and gloam and ooze
 For the black sound and the gold of predators

Stalking the mortal coil
He hunts for devices infernal
Annihilator of worlds
Casting a shadow over the light
He follows the tracks of mortal engines
And the suffering in their wake

Sarthacus
A mere name placed upon him
By the remnants of the civilisation
He seeks to destroy.
A cowardly race who fear
The glory of battle
The gleam of the sun upon breastplate
The devastation of the Mighty Horde.

He journeyed far
And reached the edge of patience
Calmly striding beyond
Yet when he returned
He found himself the last
And he despised them.

He seethed at the fate of his people
The snivelling wrecks they had become
Who found the very earth itself
Distasteful.

So Sarthacus waits
And longs for the coming of the night
That must fall upon his prey.
So he searches
For the substance of shadows
For the sweetness of sleep
And the sound of silence.

2 comments:

  1. EPICA!!!!
    Another awesome poem Octaboona!

    You are becoming legend around here!
    :)

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  2. LOL All of the reactions are good. There is no bad or medium just if your poems are as good as Dereks, epica or awesomesauce. xD

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