The Call Of Revenge

Fury knew no bound.
The sound of the beugal,
as it,raised to cover the sun
filled the air as a call of revenge.
A thump of approval from the cavalry
made the ground below to crack.

As his men made way for him.
As his men bowed down to honour his arrival.
As his men became quiet.
As the hearts began to pound in unison.
He emerged from the horizon.

The enemy saw the czar
and felt a fear like never before.
His eyes were fixed upon them
as that of an eagle.

His sword was burning
with the hot flush of blood running in his nerves.
His chest blew into a mountain
nothing so strong as to make it fall.
His face,a picture of determination.


And he stood ready to give his men
a chance to ravage the intruders apart.
His sword rose above all
a sign that the battle would begin.
The sky was painted red
with the traitor's lineage.

The pheonix stood with blood on his face
his feet strongly holding down the last foe.
And,with the blazing cry of a hero
he strikes him out..