Good morning! Today is a day for marching onwards. For not just surviving, but conquering the day. Make your progress, take your progress. Today is a day to break down the walls and barriers of your previous conventions. Today is the day of The Siege.
The Siege, Part One
Billowing, blackened, choking smoke
Giant, quaking, lumbering beasts pulled by yoke
Timbers creak and crack and break
For their lord, they’ve souls to take
A siege, The Siege, undertaken
Bastions bewitched and ripe for the taking
These heretics, by their god, forsaken
All under this hot sun baking
Aching, groaning machines of war
Shifting metals, crushing petals
Through that wall their machines did bore
Waiting now until dust settles
An anxious, terrifying silence
Defenders move and fill the hole
Resolved to their defiance
Defenders rally to save their soul
From beyond the pale dust
A thundering of hooves, of boots, of drums?
Through the cloud come the Warriors of Rust
It is not rust from whence their name comes
Poems by Sam 