Foot steps sound unearthly
as they echo on steps of stone,
Like a hundred thousand feet before them
they go past the hall with the throne,
Lichen on stone walls
all worn smooth by time,
The clunk of chain mail the clink of armour
the eerie sounds of a past life line,
The cries the shouts
long live the king,
The sound of metal crash in battle
the unseen horrors the sound does bring,
Ghosted candle knocked over
the rush of the flames they roar,
The screams the cries of the trapped
the pounding as others they rush for the door,
Sickly smell of burned skin
charred marks on stone,
Up in flames went the throne room
the king he lost his home,
The battle he did win
and building his kingdom he did again,
For historians to tell his stories
of a great king and his men….
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