erg avatar

An eon of nine - a repressed and deadly time

by

The Abbot gave the message to take.
The monks must travel fast, this trip there would never be peace.
Take to the the monastery, past the lake.
The emperor instructed his assassins, monastery communication must cease.
3 monks dashed out onto flat land and stone.
Into forest they ran then one was slashed to the bone.
The two raced downhill as fast as they could run.
An arrow came whistling, a second monk pierced and done.
The third monk dived in the lake, got to the monastery door.
A knife flew through the air, into his back it savagely bore.

Be the first to comment

Sign up or Sign in to leave a comment on this drabble.