Weapons of Fate

And the sky turned grey

when the thunder of horses

Galloped and froze the earth today.

The blizzard pushed them far

but the Monarch marched and

lead his brutal army,

For the murder of crows

swung and croaked.

Cold and deathly was the night,

There could be seen the Northern lights,

when the adversaries rode the smoke

and swung their swords. 

On the horizon hushed the 

mannequins,

Naked and waxed,

Rapped and roped

but she came forward

The graceful Lady Abbess.

For those who bared the swords

salivated with lust,

And those with spears

beheaded them to dust.

Left were the Monarchs

on the battlefield of blood,

Now the mistress too

seemed bathed in blood.

Raped of their honor

were the two heads,

The Lake of Corpses was 

serene and unruffled. 

The knights, the gore,

The bloodshed and the whore,

made way for the antler to ride the dark

and drill the one with a sword. 

The twisted fate shone bright

and the thing of beauty 

became the weapon of

His pride. 

King was he, the Red Spear

who sat proud on the Golden Throne,

Watched the pleasing sight of crows

who picked their balls and nibbled their gal.