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.