16 September 2012
Flaring nostrils, blood red eyes, Bared and jagged teeth. Painted promise, carved with pride, Strengthened by belief.
Gliding through the predawn fog Pulling quiet oars. Sleeping hamlets unaware, Fast behind their doors.
More than separate men are we, But a single crew. Single purposed as the prow Arching with one view
Up the river to the keep Where we disembark. Grim determination wakes, Coiled in the dark.
Surging up and over walls Taking by surprise Groggy sentries, unprepared, Terror in their eyes.
Savage raider, hunted down, Ends his life as prey. Ruined tower, bleeding smoke, Heralding the day.
No need for silence anymore. We return to sea Blood lust slaked, coffers full, Singing victory.
Farming folk stay safely hid, Naught to celebrate. Though one tyrant's now deceased, More will take his place.
I see one child watching, though, Peering through the trees, Wonder widening his eyes, A warrior he'll be.
Retribution • Opuss № I