Long ago in times of old, In the age of kings and war, There arose a threat to the race of men, The likes of which hadn't been seen before, A darkness came from a rift in space, It took the form of a ghostly isle, Then the dead returned to life, Corrupted, twisted and vile, Menacing and evil to look upon, The isle cast an eerie light, Men broke down and went insane, As day turned into night, Then from the void came the master, The commander of all the undead, Strapped to his hip, the abyssal blade, With a crown of bones atop his head, The masters name was Apheriun, And he was not a ghost, Not the returned soul of man, But an essence of what man fears most, The legions of the undead began to assemble, To invade and turn all to dust, But no one stood up to mount a defence, Even though everyone knew they must, For the fear of the dead was simply too great, All merely sat and despaired, Not one person could raise their weapon and fight, They were all much too scared, All hope seemed lost as the dead descended, No one could save the land, When all of a sudden a figure appeared, A diamond sword in hand, Behind this figure was an army, Warriors proud and tall, They would fight for freedom from any oppressor, No matter how many should fall, The leading figure charged at the dead, Sword raised to strike a blow, The army behind him followed, Like a river in full flow, The armies clashed with a deafening noise, Shields were broken and armour was rent, The army of man determined to prevail, Over the hoards Apheriun had sent, Slowly but surely the undead were pushed back, To the isle from whence they came, But the battle was not over yet, It was just the start of the game, A magic wall appeared between the foes, Known as the seal of the dead, Weapons simply couldn't pierce this shield, To attack it hurt the soldiers instead, The warriors were stuck, unable to move, They could advance no more, Trapped just before Apheriuns isle, Literally at deaths door, Then the leading figure raised their hand, And began to cast a spell, The seal of the dead then crumbled down, And they marched on into hell, The battle resumed, blades met once again, The hordes of the undead swelled, But the soldiers still fought bravely on, The fire in their hearts not quelled, Then Apheriun joined the fray, Swinging his sword to and fro, Scores of bodies fell the the ground, With every devastating blow, The abyssal blade was powerful, It was forged beneath a midnight sun, In a parallel dimension by a powerful race, Before our time had even begun, The blade descended once again, But someone blocked the blow, The two swords met with a shower of sparks, And both weapons began to glow, It was them, the leader of men, The diamond sword held in hand, This weapon was made by ancient dwarves, And was the strongest in the land, The two combatants span away, And got ready to exchange blows once again, Apheriun struck but his sword was parried, This soldier was becoming a pain, Rapid strokes Apheriun made, But still he could not slay, The mortal being infront of him, Each attack was turned away, Apheriuns rage built more and more, And his defences fell apart, Until he finally left his chest wide open, And the soldier buried his sword in his heart, A soundless scream came from Apheriun, His jaws gaped open wide, A fountain of black smoke issued from his mouth, That's all he was inside, The armies of the dead unraveled too, With no master to hold them together, They were sucked back out into the void, Banished from this world forever, The forces of men rejoiced, Their world was safe once more, But their leader was too busy retrieving, An item from the floor, Apheriun had dropped the abyssal blade, The weapon from another world, Though deadly it was beautiful, As the patterns on it swirled, Here is where the story ends, We know not where the blade lies today, But the power of the weapon is formidable, So perhaps it should stay that way, As for the leader of the armies of men, They never said their name, They took the sword into the wilderness, And never claimed their fame. *I took a bit of liberty with how this epic battle plays out to shorten this a bit, hope you like it! **please point out any errors in spelling or suggestions
Haven't made any poems about eb's yet, though I might do. I think il try to write a story next. And yeah I think it's a bit off too, It was getting a bit difficult to find phrases that rhymed to say what I wanted. Thanks though