The Mind Of An Insomniac

             DENSMORE

GASTAN AND HIS MEN RODE FAST

THE WIND WHIPPING THROUGH THEIR HAIR

IN THE DISTANCE WAS SMOKE AND FLAMES

THE SMELL OF DEATH WAS IN THE AIR

QUEVORS’ BAND WAS STILL THERE

BODIES WERE BEING TOSSED INTO A FIRE

THEY WERE LAUGHING AND JOKING

STANDING BY THEIR FUNERAL PYRE

GASTAN RAISED HIS SWORD UP TO FIGHT

THEY BEGAN TO QUICKEN THEIR SPEED

QUEVORS’ BAND SAW THEM COMING

FAST AND FURIOUS, GASTAN IN THE LEAD

THE SOUND OF METAL TO METAL

CRASHED OUT INTO THE NIGHT

GASTAN STAYED UPON HIS HORSE

DISPLAYING ALL OF HIS MIGHT

THE ARMIES BATTLED VIGOROUSLY

GASTAN HAD ONE THOUGHT IN HIS MIND

WHERE WAS THE MADMAN QUEVOR

THIS WAS WHO HE HAD TO FIND

AS HE WAS RIDING AND LOOKING

SOMEONE STABBED HIS STEED

GASTAN LUNGED FORWARD

FALLING WITH GREAT SPEED

HE GOT UP OFF THE GROUND

IN THE MIDDLE HE DID STAND

LOOKING FOR HIS FIRST OPPONENT

STANDING, SWORD IN HAND

THEN GASTAN SAW HIS MAN

HE CAME CHARGING AT FULL FORCE

GASTAN TOOK OFF  HIS HEAD

PUNISHMENT FOR KILLING HIS HORSE

ANOTHER TEMPTED HIS FATE

WHICH WASN’T VERY SMART

HE PROBABLY REALIZED THIS

AS THE SWORD WENT THROUGH HIS HEART

THE BATTLE FIELD WAS BLOODY

DEAD MEN LYING ALL AROUND

YET, FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON

THE EVIL SORCERER WAS NOT AROUND

GASTAN CLASHED SWORDS AGAIN

THIS TIME TAKING OFF A LEG

AS HE HELD HIS SWORD HIGH

THE SOLDIER BEGAN TO BEG

“PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME

I’M SORRY FOR WHAT I’VE DONE

PLEASE LET ME LIVE

SO I CAN SEE MY UNBORN SON.”

AS HE RAMBLED ON

A SOLDIER CAME FROM BEHIND

YET, SADLY TO SAY

DEATH WAS ALL HE WOULD FIND

GASTAN SWUNG AROUND

THERE A HEAD HE DID SEVER

TURNING BACK IN ANGER

HE YELLED,” WHERE IS QUEVOR?!”

HE LOOKED DOWN AT THE