Poem, Sagas, Short story, Weekend


A barricade of flesh stood before the shattered gates. A gruesome sight of the slain acting as gatekeepers for their foes.

In the night they snuck out to gather the bodies of the invaders, an army laying siege to the ancestral lands of those they see not as a folk but obstruction.

Those of the keep have learned through bitter experience the cruelty of those they face who would dare name themselves the peaceful.

Violence may bring violence, but others respond to nothing but, and violence must be vicious and unwavering.

Gore would met dawn in the light of day. Just as so many arrows and innocent dead in the days and months before.

Those who would invade do seem themselves as greater, but never have they faced the conviction of those who remember their ancestors.




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