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Ambarath
- Ambarath -
Based on a recurring dream I used to have…
Part One: Band of Knights
Across the sprawling green plains of Maldrandor,
So dismal a land in a kingdom wrought with strife…
There strode a company of knights without peer!
The green grasslands were oft scorched by war,
And hard was it in that awful kingdom, to live life.
None know what sought the knights without fear,
But seek they did, and so they made their journey.
At length they came to the mountain of Ambarath!
Where demons dwelt in darkness, spreading ruin.
It was foretold that these knights’ fabled destiny…
Would be to end the old demonic power’s wrath.
And so they found the cavern that had led within,
The darkness of the mountain, where evil reigned!
I was with them, a sword maiden of some repute.
My sword sister at my side gave me my courage…
She lit my way, torch in hand, as we all regained,
The light that the darkness robbed us of so acute!
We band of knights, squires, and a young page…
Into the dark heart of Ambarath we did so travel.
What awaited us was more terrible then any devil!
Part Two: Maw of the Dead
The cavern’s maw we left behind and for so long,
We wound our way through black tunnels of earth.
Thick the scent of soil, sod, stone and foul decay!
My sword sister sang for us a mighty battle song…
As we entered carven halls where was given birth,
New frights, for we had lost track of night or day!
The world outside was far behind, and here inside,
Stairs led down, into moldering sorcerers’ crypts…
Whose robed, skeletal forms so sought to slay us.
We knights fought them, wherever they did abide,
Yet they slew us nearly to the last, as blood drips:
Down from the corpses of those whom I did trust.
Only my sword sister and I did survive that fight…
And we fled from the crypts into the hidden mines.
Chasms of flames, molten lava and old brimstone,
Filled our vision with the splendor of a fiery light…
Conjured, from deep depths of the darkest minds.
Demons, worked the mines, working to the bone!
Gigantic pillars flanks the spiral path we ascended,
And, we penetrated the depths that evil defended.
Part Three: The Devil’s Mines
I heard mercenaries fighting the demons nearby…
And they hurried to join my sister and I, anxiously.
Two men: one an archer, and one a sword fighter!
A new band was formed, scarlet darkness to defy.
But even as we fought, more demons broke free…
Some lumbering, others scurrying as like a spider!
We struck the supports that held the mines’ roofs,
Thus behind us the tunnels collapsed into rubble…
Though we could not destroy every wicked haven.
We had to then face, that most horrid of all truths,
The admission of defeat in the face of our trouble!
Even so we fought on as perished those two men.
Through ruins of subterranean cities we did haste,
My sword sister and I, fleet in a hope to escape…
Until we found again, the spiral path that towered.
Up it wound, and we climbed it, never to waste…
Even a glance downward, at all the flaming lakes!
No victory could be gained, and none is coward,
When they realize that a battle is entirely doomed.
The path led to an opening like a coffin exhumed!
Part Four: Castle of Damnation
We emerged, unto a high ledge of the mountain…
Enclosed by the black cliffs like a secluded valley.
In the distance sat a castle surrounded by a fence,
Before which squatted a ruined, dried up fountain.
The skies above were crimson like some fiery sea,
But behind us was a defeat without any defense…
And so, my sword sister and I braved the fortress.
Within were black wraiths like shadows floating…
Who flanked a pale lady, clad in her ebony gown!
She was the Queen of Ambarath, a dark mistress.
I heard her laugher, listened to her mad gloating…
As my sword sister then strove against her crown.
The wraiths closed in on us, like shadows closing!
I lost sight of my sword sister during our struggles.
My sword glowed with a white light, so brilliant…
That the wraiths dissolved as I so stood opposing!
The Queen’s power broken, the castle crumbles…
Whilst angels descend: from the highest firmament.
My sword sister and I were carried to safer climes,
As the age of Ambarath’s dark power so declines!
Based on a recurring dream I used to have…
Part One: Band of Knights
Across the sprawling green plains of Maldrandor,
So dismal a land in a kingdom wrought with strife…
There strode a company of knights without peer!
The green grasslands were oft scorched by war,
And hard was it in that awful kingdom, to live life.
None know what sought the knights without fear,
But seek they did, and so they made their journey.
At length they came to the mountain of Ambarath!
Where demons dwelt in darkness, spreading ruin.
It was foretold that these knights’ fabled destiny…
Would be to end the old demonic power’s wrath.
And so they found the cavern that had led within,
The darkness of the mountain, where evil reigned!
I was with them, a sword maiden of some repute.
My sword sister at my side gave me my courage…
She lit my way, torch in hand, as we all regained,
The light that the darkness robbed us of so acute!
We band of knights, squires, and a young page…
Into the dark heart of Ambarath we did so travel.
What awaited us was more terrible then any devil!
Part Two: Maw of the Dead
The cavern’s maw we left behind and for so long,
We wound our way through black tunnels of earth.
Thick the scent of soil, sod, stone and foul decay!
My sword sister sang for us a mighty battle song…
As we entered carven halls where was given birth,
New frights, for we had lost track of night or day!
The world outside was far behind, and here inside,
Stairs led down, into moldering sorcerers’ crypts…
Whose robed, skeletal forms so sought to slay us.
We knights fought them, wherever they did abide,
Yet they slew us nearly to the last, as blood drips:
Down from the corpses of those whom I did trust.
Only my sword sister and I did survive that fight…
And we fled from the crypts into the hidden mines.
Chasms of flames, molten lava and old brimstone,
Filled our vision with the splendor of a fiery light…
Conjured, from deep depths of the darkest minds.
Demons, worked the mines, working to the bone!
Gigantic pillars flanks the spiral path we ascended,
And, we penetrated the depths that evil defended.
Part Three: The Devil’s Mines
I heard mercenaries fighting the demons nearby…
And they hurried to join my sister and I, anxiously.
Two men: one an archer, and one a sword fighter!
A new band was formed, scarlet darkness to defy.
But even as we fought, more demons broke free…
Some lumbering, others scurrying as like a spider!
We struck the supports that held the mines’ roofs,
Thus behind us the tunnels collapsed into rubble…
Though we could not destroy every wicked haven.
We had to then face, that most horrid of all truths,
The admission of defeat in the face of our trouble!
Even so we fought on as perished those two men.
Through ruins of subterranean cities we did haste,
My sword sister and I, fleet in a hope to escape…
Until we found again, the spiral path that towered.
Up it wound, and we climbed it, never to waste…
Even a glance downward, at all the flaming lakes!
No victory could be gained, and none is coward,
When they realize that a battle is entirely doomed.
The path led to an opening like a coffin exhumed!
Part Four: Castle of Damnation
We emerged, unto a high ledge of the mountain…
Enclosed by the black cliffs like a secluded valley.
In the distance sat a castle surrounded by a fence,
Before which squatted a ruined, dried up fountain.
The skies above were crimson like some fiery sea,
But behind us was a defeat without any defense…
And so, my sword sister and I braved the fortress.
Within were black wraiths like shadows floating…
Who flanked a pale lady, clad in her ebony gown!
She was the Queen of Ambarath, a dark mistress.
I heard her laugher, listened to her mad gloating…
As my sword sister then strove against her crown.
The wraiths closed in on us, like shadows closing!
I lost sight of my sword sister during our struggles.
My sword glowed with a white light, so brilliant…
That the wraiths dissolved as I so stood opposing!
The Queen’s power broken, the castle crumbles…
Whilst angels descend: from the highest firmament.
My sword sister and I were carried to safer climes,
As the age of Ambarath’s dark power so declines!
Published 21st Sep 2012
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21st Sep 2012 10:17pm
23rd Sep 2012 9:20am
Thanks, nikkimoe! It was an epic tale, and one I am glad you enjoyed reading.
23rd Sep 2012 8:02am
As always, Jessica, you write epics. I almost could hear the clangs of swords and voices of fear and anger...
23rd Sep 2012 9:23am
Glad to hear from you, Grace! Indeed, I wrote this poem in a manner that really draws the reader into its' world... which is the very nature of dreams, and of good poetry too. ;)
