Young Writers Society

A spark of hope on the horizon
light amongst the grace is arose in
there are many guards up and about
so you sneak in to avoid a bout
and just about manage to get in

Night falls upon the souls within
A figure stands tall amidst the din
An accord and a gift to tout
A spark of hope

You take the offer given by your kin
A warm fire burns in your heart within
Maybe there is water in the drought
And you don't have so much to doubt
Maybe you can learn and get an in
A spark of hope

You stand tall, moving steadily on
the soldiers charge wanting you gone
one by one before you they fall
the road lies clear as an empty hall
So you charge forth, this is a new dawn

A mercenary spots you, to your riches drawn
They ride at you niceties all forgone
You shiver at the rider's very call
You stand tall

He falls down, his life the one gone
An old ruin, a dark basement, you march on
a monster roosts in the deep dark pall
a dodge, a jump, a roll, a slice and it does fall
the fight, the dance of death, this is your dawn
You stand tall

You run into a tunnel dusty and old
a creaky elevator leading down and down
and you take the leap, going into the bowels
down there is a grace of gold
this smells of importance so deep down you go
into the dust and the smoke. What shall we find?

There are treasures gleaming in the dark

The guardians of rock and crystal
Are tough and rough, ready to rumble
They throw rock that spew fire and heat
They swing with massive tools of iron
You dodge and you swing, your blade dulling
You try to dodge but the fire is wide and hot
The tunnel go on, elevators leading even lower
What or what are they all guarding?

There are treasures gleaming in the dark

You hack and you sllash
Your death comes, then again and then again
But you gather your treasures
And you enter the very bowels
The monster that leads this operation
It falls and you stand triumphant, the treasure yours

There are treasures gleaming in the dark

Magic. The witch tell you of it.
Sorcery. A most potent gift
But you. you don't possess it
The inkling is there
The intelligence flows through you
But where can you find a catalyst?

The blue glint of sorcery flows through your sword

You journey south, to an unexplored land
the great bridge of sacrifice
winged monstrosities that attack
with iron and claw in hand
you journey through to a ruins
You can smell the magic here
But a great brute stands before you
With a small army to boot

The blue glint of sorcery flows through your sword

You brandish your sword
You ready your stride
And you jump into the battle
A slash here and a jump there
Eventually the beast does fall
And your pick up your prized catalyzt

The blue glint of sorcery flows through your sword

Grace of gold beckons
the grey castle of Stormveil
gleaming in the night

Soldiers stand on guard
A great ballistae echoes
A war cry rings true

They lie in a heap
Only the gates between you
A voice calls to you

Margit the Fell calls
You size up the challenger
as he swings for you

You give it your best
But 'tis not enough

You take a deep breath
You steady your trusty sword
You step through the fog

Its attempt number
Well you can't quite remember
But you will win this

Your sword leaves a mark
You can take a good beating
You just need to learn

You sense his attacks
You dodge with hardly a thought
Your strikes land often

Margit the Fell Omen falls
Rise, Ye of the Roundtable

Gear up to decimate
my sworn enemy Lord Fear
Great halberd of estimate
Mint potato (hue) swordspear

Godrick, Grafted demigod
lord of the golden; (crackpot)
False Lord of No Men. Thee Sod
Defeat! Thy soul; my Jackpot

You
You
Yes you
Your weapon
Yes that in your hand
You've done well sir. Thank you kindly

One
Two
Three And
Oh my Four
What is going on?
They all fall left, right and center
Knight and dragon quiver, stumbling to their shaking knees
Beast and hunter shiver, laying prone on the ground, felled easily by my trusty blade
My sword feels sharper and my instincts are faster. My enemies wish they could last longer and are scrambling to avoid complete disaster.
A great knight of the crucible, a feared hunter of the night, the dragon of agheel lake and a beastmen from the mystical farum azula. All of them gave it their all. Their might and their steel. But they were brought to my heel.

I must get ever stronger
More treasures then, I must seek
So my sword may be sharper
My foes; fear the slap to cheek