Tobias Brogan

by, Nathan Corwin
Category: Dark Poetry


I saw him coming
Raging
Running
With dagger in hand.
Armor glinting in the moonlight
The Bringer of Vengeance.

Cloaks billow
My sword slides quick
Not quick enough
Its great blade barely clearing the scabbard
As he strikes
The Bringer of Steel.

Red waves of Life
Spill hotly onto horse trodden ground.
Shrouds of mist-
Death shrouds
Surround me.
The Bringer of Pain.

I fall to my knees,
His sister avenged.
Honor is restored to
The Bringer of Death.


An American Literature assignment. 
Copyright September 1997