At the entrance to the keep
The Red Guard stands
Lance in his hands
And armour slick
His princess to protect

One man versus a siege and yet he must
Each onslaught endure, each rocky sphere
Each bolt, ballistae firing 
To break down his defences,
To penetrate to his demesne

Alone, the Red Guard stands
His princess safe upon her throne
And behind his silent mask he rasps
Whispered lips-spoken words
How he will take them all to task
These men of the lowlands
Who dare to siege the keep
This man from the high-lands
Can never be defeat.

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Archi Teuthis has inspired me to try my hand again at poetry after many years having left it alone.

I tend to rarely follow any poetry conventions consciously and tend to write with a heavy use of metaphor that probably only I get. I also like to hide snippets of extra information relevant to the subject matter in my poems.

To be honest, I don't think anything I write makes much sense or is any good even though I once had a poem of mine published (which ironically I hated, thinking it one of my worst ever poems).

Feel free to provide criticism and advise or to ask what the hell I'm writing about.

P.S. Oh, the title This Silent Tirade is also that of the first poem in case it's not obvious.

updated Apr 11 '09 by darkliquid