The Demon Lord (Part Iv) Poem by Phillip Dodham Cormier

The air is thick
Smoke rises from the flames
The blades of silver and gold cut through the fire
The minions of the Demon Lord fall
None can escape
Hope and courage creep into the hearts of humanity
They call this man Phelan
A man with the spirit of a wolf
The swords cut down all in his path
Swish
Swish
The swords slice through the air
They bring with them justice
The creatures of The Demon Lord fall
None can escape
With every dropp of blood
The flames fade
Hope has returned
Humanity follows Phelan
They pick up weapons
The minions of The Demon Lord fall
None can escape
Humanity marches forward
Through the fire
The flames grow stronger and higher
Fear creeps back into the hearts of men
They fall back
All is left is Phelan
The creatures of The Demon Lord Fall
None can escape
The gates that mark The Demon Lord’s palace are open
Phelan removes his sword from the chest of a foe
The minions of The Demon Lord Fall
None can escape