Imperatus Rex
Semper Imperatus
The snow fell in bitter clumps, the berserk men are laying on the ground with cold skin. The warrior braces himself for a relentless fight, and the men charge with a fierce battle-cry. Sounds of yelling turned to sounds of screaming and gore choked pleads, the factions of these blood curdling sounds are impossible to tell.
The brave warrior charges with vicious intention, until he abruptly feels himself falling to the frozen ground following a feeling of adrenaline. He couldn't stand, and collapsed on a weak knee. He felt hot blood pouring from his veins, but there was no pain. He stayed there, and everything went silent. He heard not of the cries, but rather of soft voices of choir in a slow crescendo. Feeling a soft hand land on him, he saw it wipe the thick blood from his skin.
In a dazed curiosity, he turned to see the bringer of tranquility, whose acapella had cleared the trauma of the moment. He saw a young maiden clothed in robes and armor, with massive wings that shaded his eyes from the brightness behind her. Her thin mouth quivered with the prolonged note of her song, yet it echoed faintly even after she ceased the melody.
"Brave soul, quivering in your cloth after the cost of your stubborn duties. Come with me, and you shall be repaid your shed blood in wine and immortality. Join us in the halls of Valhalla, your eternal home of bliss and melodies divine." She says in a voice as rich as milk and honey. He reaches for her hand, and she grasps his course skin. As the cries of bloodshed continue on the land, he seemed the luckiest to die.
The brave warrior charges with vicious intention, until he abruptly feels himself falling to the frozen ground following a feeling of adrenaline. He couldn't stand, and collapsed on a weak knee. He felt hot blood pouring from his veins, but there was no pain. He stayed there, and everything went silent. He heard not of the cries, but rather of soft voices of choir in a slow crescendo. Feeling a soft hand land on him, he saw it wipe the thick blood from his skin.
In a dazed curiosity, he turned to see the bringer of tranquility, whose acapella had cleared the trauma of the moment. He saw a young maiden clothed in robes and armor, with massive wings that shaded his eyes from the brightness behind her. Her thin mouth quivered with the prolonged note of her song, yet it echoed faintly even after she ceased the melody.
"Brave soul, quivering in your cloth after the cost of your stubborn duties. Come with me, and you shall be repaid your shed blood in wine and immortality. Join us in the halls of Valhalla, your eternal home of bliss and melodies divine." She says in a voice as rich as milk and honey. He reaches for her hand, and she grasps his course skin. As the cries of bloodshed continue on the land, he seemed the luckiest to die.