Innocent Sword: Chapter 1; The Deterioration of a Maiden's Heart
“Arrows fly in mid-air range,
I find this neither eerie nor strange.
I hold my hands and my feet are cringed,
Waiting for a miracle that’ll make me flinch.”
As the unwavering barn was in the middle of murder,
Serenity disturbed, awakened from slumber.
A clump of hay, tremble in fear,
As fate keep turning, continues to stir
“As the rancor atmosphere enveloped the void,
A muscle crick I must avoid.
A Specualtore entered, mad and annoyed
I covered my lips, scared and paranoid”
As the man gave out a sinister grin,
Fear was born, out of the green.
He woman crouched in gruesome fright,
She found darkness, so blinding and bright
He dropped his sword and vanish it to dust,
His body grew hot with provocative lust.
Luscelle just stared and did nothing but trust,
To God and held a steel full of rust.
Luscelle crawled down to the corner of freedom
With brandishing spears of this forsaken kingdom
The imperial Speculatore seductively walked,
The silence cried and the devils stalked
She got vigor and scraped him with teeth,
She ran so fast to the swift of her feet.
To the peak of nowhere, she escaped a demon
She’s scared to death, an unexpected phenomenon
A golden armor slapped her to the ground
Until she knew, her heart had drowned.
A sword that’ll vanquish her safe and sound
Cornered by wrath, intimidated and found
A courageous curve portrayed his lips,
Piety shall not try, to make it slip.
The Centurion held his sword in 225 degrees
As death was waiting, evil foresees
A man of valor and courage was he
Yet emotions were kept, and some did flee
But reverence visits with a lease from thee,
An innocent man lies beyond superiority.
The Centurion grabbed her and flew from danger.
Swift as the wind, calm as a voyager
Luscelle craves for oriented safety
As the sun was up in the angle of fifty
As limestone castle shocked her in front
Her fate was written in Old English Font
The Centurion dragged her in the midst of hell
Is this safety or a trap? Luscelle just fell
A cell of ashen greeted her with comfort
As querulous men fought the royal cohort
The battlefield soldiers died in all sort
As others tried to escape by the bloody fort
Luscelle came in with crystal tears
She sat by the nook with danger she fears
As hands of valor locked her unharmed
And eyes of piety watched her disarmed
“You insolent warrior of this forsaken Dark Age!
Abandoning your men with such bloody beige!”
A Pilus Prior yelled wrath as a baggage,
The fight was immense, like a herd in a cage
The Centurion threw a grail of wine
His anger was pure and indeed it’s trine
“Thy Pilus Prior shall not bear false oath,
Thy insolence is unforgivable, to whom I shall loathe”
Chapter 1.5--- The Bloom of Death
The stars glowed by the sorrowful sky.
They peeked beyond clouds, crying yet sly.
The two knights stopped with heated swords,
The Optio followed his vigorous lord.
As the moon and stars dove beyond the abyss,
It brought the maiden such safety bliss.
Luscelle just sat and the danger freeze.
This war was immense and lives are the fees.
“Oh! God of Earth, bless me your grace.
Here’s my psalms and show me thy face.”
Luscelle just prayed and begged for mercy
Kiefere came in and brought some pity
The Centurion Kiefere offered her food
“Eat this bread though it’s not that good.”
His heart who’s ice in midst of the feud,
Melted with tears though thorns were glued
He removed his eyes and flew from love
His hands were cringed inside his glove
“Thank you Sir Kiefere with a bounty thee.”
Luscelle proudly said yet locked by a key
“How’d you know my historical identity?
Though names weren’t heard not lives have to see”
“Oh! I did to prove you wrong.
I knew it earlier when you fought out long.”
Kiefere just proceeded along his way
His fate was sealed of lives to pay.
He could just move yet nothing to say
Now left Lusclle with a torch’s ray
“Oh dear God of all Christianity!
A woman doing here is just insanity!”
Prio uttered out of question and shock.
His eyes bulged out and diminished the lock
He quickly opened the cell of gloom
In the morning, when flowers are about to bloom
He entered the prison and threw his broom
And hysterically, wake up the girl by the room.
“Who are you and why are you here?
Are you and enemy or ally of Kiefere?”
Luscelle crawled backwards as if in despair.
Her fear was pure, her heart did glare.
As her feet moves back, step-by-step,
A polychrome pendant from her just crept,
Down the floor it shone the light,
With a ruby on its center, it’s elegant and bright
“Go away you Gothic Lady!
I wrath thy people of all humanity!”
Prio accused with no ambiguity
And pointed his sword though hands were shaky
“Stop thy insanity, Optio of wisdom,
Thy hands are pure throughout the kingdom
Put thy sword and calm yourself,
Prio, my friend, be serene thyself”
Kiefere infiltrates an innocent accusation.
He went in the cell to stop the exaggeration,
And let the Optio lay his fortification
As the sun was looking, sharing radiation
“Pardon my lady, as what Prio greeted
With a silver sword to him unfitted.
Prio was blessed with intimate knowledge
Yet deprived of armor and ultimate courage”
The Centurion apologized with elegance and grace
As radiance portrayed his aggressive face
Luscelle broke down her fear and might
For a man of principles was a beautiful sight
“Forgive me my lady for I’ve been reckless
Though my mind is clever yet heart is careless”
Prio bowed down his head without stress,
As Luscelle embraced her with arms of caress
As days just passed of concealed freedom
Continues bloodshed throughout the kingdom
She waits the moon and sun to pass the sky,
She watched the stars that appeared so sly.
Kiefere just slashed and torn out lives
As victory wishes, chivalry’s to strive
At night they listened to nature’s jive,
As fishes swam swiftly but others to dive
As this fateful morning of all the years,
Luck has challenged to ones who’s near
On Kiefere’s 18 years in the world of war
Since he was 6, his journey’s far
With Prio by his side as childhood friends,
Nothing to fear, as friendship never ends
Yet life’s so tricky like a pixie box
Time was running, along with the clocks
As sharp-beaked crows flew of the trees,
The Goths have spoken, the time had freeze
They’re about to move, waiting to release,
A catapult of flare, their lives on lease
Kiefere had stabbed and slashed their soul
As Prio and Luscelle just wait by the pole
Yet fate disproves safety and love,
Destroyed by death, a beheaded dove
“Prio, my friend, escort my lady,
Though death was fatal and indeed was greedy.
Keep this word of pure chivalry,
Protect her with all thy might from all anxiety.”
Kiefere requested his acquainted knight
Though this darkest hour could come all might
With blood and shiver it splatters the soul,
As terror and silence comes with roars and growls
“But I cannot, my gallant ally,
Protecting a woman of oppression and beauty,
It’s random madness, I promise you not,
I’m just a mere Optio, doesn’t have what it got.
Prio declined yet Kiefere ran from him
He held twin swords of innocent grim
Prio’s fear gushed out like a stream,
For chivalry’s expired, like a fermented ice cream
Without further ado, he rushed out of place,
And warned Luscelle of beauty and grace
“Luscelle let’s evacuate for danger’s here,
Bring your dagger for death is near”
“But where is Kiefere, is he coming with us?”
Luscelle worriedly said beyond screams of the brass
“No time to explain my oppressed little lass,
I want to protect you from this safety like a glass”
Prio ran with Luscelle and a sword
Escaped the bloodshed, the gravest discord
As Kiefere who fought the Goths of Death,
He prayed to God, “Save my last breath.”
The blood continues to splatter to dust
As the wind blew hard, it whipped a gust
Kiefere continues to slash and stab,
A spear of death, gave him a jab.
In the forest of mist the two had ran,
The air was mellow, the peace was on ban.
As sympathy ruled, it’s feared by man,
The birds spread their wings like a golden fan.
“May I know how you met the centurion of valor?”
Prio asked, a verbal favor
“He was my knight of pity and life,
He was sharp and brave, a flourished knife.”
As the mist of disguise, turned to Braille of the blind,
It was disturbed by a ghoul, hiding from behind.
The wolf’s grief howls to the chirping it binds,
To fortune and fate who appears unkind.
“Halt thy mediocre warrior of Romans,
Thy insolence’s unforgivable, like a bitter romance.”
A shadow of doom peeked behind the darkness,
For God was absent, forbidden to bless.
“I’ll protect my lady with all my strength,
Came with wisdom in infinite length”
Prio just said yet vigor was none.
As his hands were trembling, safety was gone”
“Shut your blabbering and kill me beforehand”
The stranger called him to fetch an errand.
“Yes I’ll do to prove all of my land,
I’m Prio of Rome shall pulverize you to sand!”
Prio charged with force and vigor
Yet his garb was unsafe, it lack him valor.
The stranger punched him and slashed his shoulder
Could this fight last and turn any colder?
Prio got up with an injured arm.
And tried to stab yet he’s more than harmed.
He was pushed to left yet he wasn’t alarmed
Of his life or death, who appears unarmed?
He quickly recovered and slashed the foe
His clever eyes sparkle and glow,
Yet it’s untrue and was thrown to an oak,
Blood went out and his bone was broke.
Luscelle was horrified and shouted with wrath,
“Who are you to block this path?
I’ll never let you hurt him nor you to kill,
You’ll pay for this you miserable devil!
*Continued to Chapter 2*
I find this neither eerie nor strange.
I hold my hands and my feet are cringed,
Waiting for a miracle that’ll make me flinch.”
As the unwavering barn was in the middle of murder,
Serenity disturbed, awakened from slumber.
A clump of hay, tremble in fear,
As fate keep turning, continues to stir
“As the rancor atmosphere enveloped the void,
A muscle crick I must avoid.
A Specualtore entered, mad and annoyed
I covered my lips, scared and paranoid”
As the man gave out a sinister grin,
Fear was born, out of the green.
He woman crouched in gruesome fright,
She found darkness, so blinding and bright
He dropped his sword and vanish it to dust,
His body grew hot with provocative lust.
Luscelle just stared and did nothing but trust,
To God and held a steel full of rust.
Luscelle crawled down to the corner of freedom
With brandishing spears of this forsaken kingdom
The imperial Speculatore seductively walked,
The silence cried and the devils stalked
She got vigor and scraped him with teeth,
She ran so fast to the swift of her feet.
To the peak of nowhere, she escaped a demon
She’s scared to death, an unexpected phenomenon
A golden armor slapped her to the ground
Until she knew, her heart had drowned.
A sword that’ll vanquish her safe and sound
Cornered by wrath, intimidated and found
A courageous curve portrayed his lips,
Piety shall not try, to make it slip.
The Centurion held his sword in 225 degrees
As death was waiting, evil foresees
A man of valor and courage was he
Yet emotions were kept, and some did flee
But reverence visits with a lease from thee,
An innocent man lies beyond superiority.
The Centurion grabbed her and flew from danger.
Swift as the wind, calm as a voyager
Luscelle craves for oriented safety
As the sun was up in the angle of fifty
As limestone castle shocked her in front
Her fate was written in Old English Font
The Centurion dragged her in the midst of hell
Is this safety or a trap? Luscelle just fell
A cell of ashen greeted her with comfort
As querulous men fought the royal cohort
The battlefield soldiers died in all sort
As others tried to escape by the bloody fort
Luscelle came in with crystal tears
She sat by the nook with danger she fears
As hands of valor locked her unharmed
And eyes of piety watched her disarmed
“You insolent warrior of this forsaken Dark Age!
Abandoning your men with such bloody beige!”
A Pilus Prior yelled wrath as a baggage,
The fight was immense, like a herd in a cage
The Centurion threw a grail of wine
His anger was pure and indeed it’s trine
“Thy Pilus Prior shall not bear false oath,
Thy insolence is unforgivable, to whom I shall loathe”
Chapter 1.5--- The Bloom of Death
The stars glowed by the sorrowful sky.
They peeked beyond clouds, crying yet sly.
The two knights stopped with heated swords,
The Optio followed his vigorous lord.
As the moon and stars dove beyond the abyss,
It brought the maiden such safety bliss.
Luscelle just sat and the danger freeze.
This war was immense and lives are the fees.
“Oh! God of Earth, bless me your grace.
Here’s my psalms and show me thy face.”
Luscelle just prayed and begged for mercy
Kiefere came in and brought some pity
The Centurion Kiefere offered her food
“Eat this bread though it’s not that good.”
His heart who’s ice in midst of the feud,
Melted with tears though thorns were glued
He removed his eyes and flew from love
His hands were cringed inside his glove
“Thank you Sir Kiefere with a bounty thee.”
Luscelle proudly said yet locked by a key
“How’d you know my historical identity?
Though names weren’t heard not lives have to see”
“Oh! I did to prove you wrong.
I knew it earlier when you fought out long.”
Kiefere just proceeded along his way
His fate was sealed of lives to pay.
He could just move yet nothing to say
Now left Lusclle with a torch’s ray
“Oh dear God of all Christianity!
A woman doing here is just insanity!”
Prio uttered out of question and shock.
His eyes bulged out and diminished the lock
He quickly opened the cell of gloom
In the morning, when flowers are about to bloom
He entered the prison and threw his broom
And hysterically, wake up the girl by the room.
“Who are you and why are you here?
Are you and enemy or ally of Kiefere?”
Luscelle crawled backwards as if in despair.
Her fear was pure, her heart did glare.
As her feet moves back, step-by-step,
A polychrome pendant from her just crept,
Down the floor it shone the light,
With a ruby on its center, it’s elegant and bright
“Go away you Gothic Lady!
I wrath thy people of all humanity!”
Prio accused with no ambiguity
And pointed his sword though hands were shaky
“Stop thy insanity, Optio of wisdom,
Thy hands are pure throughout the kingdom
Put thy sword and calm yourself,
Prio, my friend, be serene thyself”
Kiefere infiltrates an innocent accusation.
He went in the cell to stop the exaggeration,
And let the Optio lay his fortification
As the sun was looking, sharing radiation
“Pardon my lady, as what Prio greeted
With a silver sword to him unfitted.
Prio was blessed with intimate knowledge
Yet deprived of armor and ultimate courage”
The Centurion apologized with elegance and grace
As radiance portrayed his aggressive face
Luscelle broke down her fear and might
For a man of principles was a beautiful sight
“Forgive me my lady for I’ve been reckless
Though my mind is clever yet heart is careless”
Prio bowed down his head without stress,
As Luscelle embraced her with arms of caress
As days just passed of concealed freedom
Continues bloodshed throughout the kingdom
She waits the moon and sun to pass the sky,
She watched the stars that appeared so sly.
Kiefere just slashed and torn out lives
As victory wishes, chivalry’s to strive
At night they listened to nature’s jive,
As fishes swam swiftly but others to dive
As this fateful morning of all the years,
Luck has challenged to ones who’s near
On Kiefere’s 18 years in the world of war
Since he was 6, his journey’s far
With Prio by his side as childhood friends,
Nothing to fear, as friendship never ends
Yet life’s so tricky like a pixie box
Time was running, along with the clocks
As sharp-beaked crows flew of the trees,
The Goths have spoken, the time had freeze
They’re about to move, waiting to release,
A catapult of flare, their lives on lease
Kiefere had stabbed and slashed their soul
As Prio and Luscelle just wait by the pole
Yet fate disproves safety and love,
Destroyed by death, a beheaded dove
“Prio, my friend, escort my lady,
Though death was fatal and indeed was greedy.
Keep this word of pure chivalry,
Protect her with all thy might from all anxiety.”
Kiefere requested his acquainted knight
Though this darkest hour could come all might
With blood and shiver it splatters the soul,
As terror and silence comes with roars and growls
“But I cannot, my gallant ally,
Protecting a woman of oppression and beauty,
It’s random madness, I promise you not,
I’m just a mere Optio, doesn’t have what it got.
Prio declined yet Kiefere ran from him
He held twin swords of innocent grim
Prio’s fear gushed out like a stream,
For chivalry’s expired, like a fermented ice cream
Without further ado, he rushed out of place,
And warned Luscelle of beauty and grace
“Luscelle let’s evacuate for danger’s here,
Bring your dagger for death is near”
“But where is Kiefere, is he coming with us?”
Luscelle worriedly said beyond screams of the brass
“No time to explain my oppressed little lass,
I want to protect you from this safety like a glass”
Prio ran with Luscelle and a sword
Escaped the bloodshed, the gravest discord
As Kiefere who fought the Goths of Death,
He prayed to God, “Save my last breath.”
The blood continues to splatter to dust
As the wind blew hard, it whipped a gust
Kiefere continues to slash and stab,
A spear of death, gave him a jab.
In the forest of mist the two had ran,
The air was mellow, the peace was on ban.
As sympathy ruled, it’s feared by man,
The birds spread their wings like a golden fan.
“May I know how you met the centurion of valor?”
Prio asked, a verbal favor
“He was my knight of pity and life,
He was sharp and brave, a flourished knife.”
As the mist of disguise, turned to Braille of the blind,
It was disturbed by a ghoul, hiding from behind.
The wolf’s grief howls to the chirping it binds,
To fortune and fate who appears unkind.
“Halt thy mediocre warrior of Romans,
Thy insolence’s unforgivable, like a bitter romance.”
A shadow of doom peeked behind the darkness,
For God was absent, forbidden to bless.
“I’ll protect my lady with all my strength,
Came with wisdom in infinite length”
Prio just said yet vigor was none.
As his hands were trembling, safety was gone”
“Shut your blabbering and kill me beforehand”
The stranger called him to fetch an errand.
“Yes I’ll do to prove all of my land,
I’m Prio of Rome shall pulverize you to sand!”
Prio charged with force and vigor
Yet his garb was unsafe, it lack him valor.
The stranger punched him and slashed his shoulder
Could this fight last and turn any colder?
Prio got up with an injured arm.
And tried to stab yet he’s more than harmed.
He was pushed to left yet he wasn’t alarmed
Of his life or death, who appears unarmed?
He quickly recovered and slashed the foe
His clever eyes sparkle and glow,
Yet it’s untrue and was thrown to an oak,
Blood went out and his bone was broke.
Luscelle was horrified and shouted with wrath,
“Who are you to block this path?
I’ll never let you hurt him nor you to kill,
You’ll pay for this you miserable devil!
*Continued to Chapter 2*