a thousand await the one with book .bound by dead and so they look .forever trapped by falling upon the seas .forever watching over me .I see there the shadows and there pleas for the king on there knees .
a fear of falling dead upon the ledge as they fight in dread verse the dead .with sword and stone to head .
I've seen the thousands fall through sky .,the ones with serpent eye .fighting back the dread of serpent dead on the trek for I've bled .
thousands will fall before crimson hall .awaiting the return of the call .
through beck and ring I fight and sting .fighting forever through the deaden ring .
whitchammers and dawn of the king

© David Alan Salsman