The Prophecy

A poem I did for either setting something up or a lesson. I can not remember. Enjoy.

Old enemies rise from the grave

Dark servants called forth,

the faithful servants of light they enslave.

Betrayed by own; 

dying, fading, all alone.

Inevitable embrace of the gravestone.

Awakened by the reviving hand,

rises great power.

Forced on knees, the Kingdom shall cower.

Author's Note

Any type of constructive criticism welcomed.

Reviews

[Kris]

Thank you. I agree and shall change it accordingly.

[Dr. Wood ?]

I sort of agree with muse. Kingdom shall cower adds more power...as well as alliteration....gives it more BITE

[Tomislav Petricevic]

Epic and fantasy-style, just the way I like it!
Very good job.

[Muse]

I enjoyed this...if you want constructive criticism...I might suggest rewording the last bit. The word "realm" seems like a weak word. When you change it to another synonym...such as Kingdom, it sounds more like tangible place being forced down on his and hers knees. Just my opinion...otherwise..I thought this was a great piece of work!

Muse

[Deandra Dawn]

You really don't need to change anything, I love this as is. Nicely done.

[Lydia]

Great job. Keep it up.