Epic Poetry Part 7 Poem by C.D. Xiang

His countenance was resigned to
deep ruts cut into the snow
steeds whinnied at the noise
picketing the building and tents
examining a new latch
seasoned man in odd trinkets
he wore a goatee
a sable at the bottom
a dagger with a ruby in the pommel
and set out into town with a cocky stride
bought a piping-hot cherry pie
broken off an icicle
the girth of the chair
he sipped from a flagon while resting
gaudy jewels flashed on his fingers
some small groups of malcontents
riled the villagers
he grunted noncommittally as he killed
they continued d
o
w
n
the byway
under their tutelage
towers were dead!
Words came like the mournful toll of a requiem
his insidious words
tool
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