He sat, transfixed, on his onyx-black throne Covered by the blood of the woman his own His kingdom knew that all was lost the day he snapped When his young daughter died as he laughed Every peasant still remembers the light golden hair The ringing voice vibrating the air Her blue moon eyes as deep as the sea The startled face of her husband to be But everything changed the night the moon turned bright red So many were dead, so much bood was shed The king cracked like glass without a reflection Cursing the daughter while causing infliction The pain like sharp ice shattering her porcelain skin The stinging poison, like tiny sewing pins And then the blood gushing like a cataract of the nile Spilling onto her pearl-white dress as she was thrown into a pile Of every dead person, every soldier, every mother Every child the king smothered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To be continued
Very bloody. And good....The Red moon king...is this some sort of bard's tale? Cause that's whay it sounds like.
That was just brilliant. ... Man. xD The similes you've used are extremely strong, bold and very inflictive upon the reader, if I do say myself. I know, Because they certainly inflicted me. xD I got an image out of the way you described both the king, and the destruction around him that he spontaneously caused. And you know that's a good sign that you're on the completely right path. I do look forward to the continuation of this. :33333
pt. 2 Every man is paranoid, women scream at his name Children run and hide from the horrid Red Moon King Peasants call for help, afraid for their life Shopkeepers lock away theirs when they remember his wife Even the bavest wake up at shrill screams Remembering the dreaded night in their dreams ~~~~ sorry it's so dang short- more coming asap
