Another couple stanzas done. About half to 2/3 of the way done now, I think. Now with title!
The Battle of the Clearing
A blazing flame, a keen-honed blade
there patterns through the darkness made
a team through pain and fire forged
and trolls pursued, on blood engorged.
A plan was formed, a desperate stand
to stay and fight with arms in hand
In fadling light of setting sun
they turned and stopped, no more to run.
Runes starkly glittered in the night
to serve as wards against the blight
By new-formed mage, a talent found
and there were laid upon the ground.
Explosives too, gingerly placed
with utmost care, and wire spaced
to trip the traps now placed in lines
and detonate the deadly mines.
As sun sunk low, the horde drew near
to feast on those their hearts held dear
the team fell back, the tank a wall
and there they stood, to fight or fall.
An orange spark upon the field
as the first ghost burned on their shield
and then a blast that split the dark
as planted bombs ripped beasts apart.
Two rifles sang their warlike song
in hands of soldiers holding strong
The tune of rage and desperate need
of the Norwegian and the Swede.
But then upon the field did walk
a phantom steed, which did not balk
to mines or runes, and then snuffed out
the magic lines, clearing a route.
A burning hand, knife clenched in fist
flashed through the air, and did not miss
the strike well-aimed, but far too weak
to end the omnicidal freak.
-Glory
I'm still not happy with the first stanza, but I really like "A team in pain and fire forged" and its really, really hard to find a perfect rhyme for "forged" that doesn't sound incredibly clunky. Still a WIP, but coming along nicely
