Hiya! This is the first part of the revised introduction for my novel, erm... name needed! Thanks for reading, and this is my first attempt at adecent poem.
Chapter One:
Ash Mounts
“For all these years
We have ridden in solitude.
Always in seclusion,
Always.
Count us this day
And Count us as one,
Count us together,
For we remain undone.
Look to the skies,
Stars you will see.
One does wane;
Its name? Freedom.
But one does broaden,
It grows, it swells.
And at length it rises.
Its name? Courage.
Look to the west,
Look to the road.
They will come,
And by my sword,
They will weep…”
The song whispered through the air, rising towards the heavens.
“Let the savages wail in their own spite!” the mighty rider cried, lifting his crimson-stained blade into the light of the waxing moon. “We may not be divine, and such power may not flow through us this day, but let our courage drive us! Let strength find us!”
The exile steered his horse and bounded into the glowing twilight. His sword gleamed spectacular silver under the twilight and the man’s warm, blue eyes stared into the heart of the yonder host. Countless were their numbers, but hope remained kindled whilst his kindred’s passion dwelt.
“Now! Ride forth!”
A chorus of bellowing horns followed.
The grave is dug. I see you; your scythe drags in the snow. You wait earnestly by the coffin. Time to meet your desire. Thought Aedomir, lord of the exiles, as his steed roared down the mountainside. Hooves raced behind him, cries of valour and of spirit floating in their wake. A fear struck hard into the enemy, and some turned and fled. Aedomir garnished the inspiration a let rip a cry of despair.
And so the outlaws neared the curtains of destiny.
I like the imagery you used.
