The Soldiers Of Nirut (in The Cell Of The Dungeon) Part Six Of Six
Posted on March 21, 2008 - Filed Under Arts and Entertainment
The Incarceration of Niruh I
I rushed across the stone cell floor
tore my thigh on the bedside,
men packed in behind
panting, raving, blood-stained
(from the battle-ax of the guards).
Their fierce, faces found mine;
the bars on the door began to give:
reluctantly my brain—(with
suspicion) told me: “Step back,”
next—the guard hurled the door open
(had I been closer, I’d had been on
by back…!)
I yelled, “I am Niruh, the prince of
Lihterb, my brother Nirut,
the king….”
Suddenly my eyes were blinded—
(burning like fire)
by the thrust and force
deafened, by a roar and flash
of a sword of bright blue steel;
it passed so close it seared my hair…
(I hesitated) turrets of pain
in my mind, screamed, flooded
my cerebellum: sixty-men—in
the enormous room, all of us
held captive in the secret dungeons
of the Quiet Mound, like dogs in
a kennel.
There was blinded chaotic frenzy
all about, and many guards yelled
as they stumbled blindly about,
“We have lost the war, kill one by one;”
thus for many, luck had run out. I
jumped out of harms way, with Rognat
my companion (both fighters
in the Black Galaxy).
I leaped in front, when I heard “Niruh
and Rognat, you’ve been ransomed,
set free, come forth!”
We rushed to dissipate ourselves
from this putrid air, that had been
devouring us slowly.
Looking Back II
Rognat had been directly behind me,
as I looked back I could see—
several inmates,
charred out of human recognition—
trying to get directly in my path,
seeking the outside air like me.
The cell screamed, ignited, sending
flames of hate, for our escape!
Up the stairway, into its heavy dark,
shadowy beams, a torch on the top,
I found the upper doors unfastened,
unbolted above, I heard a confusing murmur,
beside me, a head bobbing, a shape saying,
“Follow me!”
Then there was a score of others—
grunting, and there was my salvation,
‘Yahoo the Strong,’ Nirut´s bodyguard:
“Come,” he said, “your brother waits.”
Virgins of the Dungeon III
Rognat’s Glimpse
I caught a glimpse of the struggling women,
a glimpse of them, in their cell, as I walked by,
they, the guards of the dungeons,
of the Quiet Mound,
were breathing hard.
I caught a glimpse of their shoulders, thighs,
battering them on the floor—half alive;
cowering on the floor, trying
to avoid chance blows.
Unable to be heard, they pulled them up,
under their arms, in din darkness.
I saw the gleam in their eyes,
white limbs huddled against the walls!
But the rapes never stopped; their eyes
accustomed to it all…: I heard a cry!
“Slim…!” and the figure was hurled across
the chamber, as the hungry lips of the guards
roared on. And that was just a glimpse.
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