The Bright Sword

My father used to tell us

The tale of the Bright Sword

While listening to him

I'd looked at the campfire

And in the flames I'd see

The heat of mighty battles

"The Seven Kings of Lassadar

Led Major Battles against

The Shadow Army

and I was present in the third Great Victory"

He then would stop and say

"I can see light in your eyes, my son"

Shadows in my dream

I was sleeping the first time
That I saw the Shadows.
The night was quiet
But the beat of my heart was loud

The shadows were coming for me
Swallowing my face
I woke up with my mother's arms
Holding me strong as she could
She said: "It's just a dream, my little boy"

But unfortunately,
Some years after that night
The Shadows would appear not only in my dreams

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Post Scriptum

This poetry was made after I play the solo game called Shadows upon Lassadar designed by Todd Sanders. You can know more about game here.