A Town called Brill

Not sure if this is the best place for this but here goes, a quick poem.

A Town called Brill
Near the centre of a town called Brill
A statue stands both cold and still
Its shadow looms across the glades
To mind us of the cost hard paid
And teach us that our time has come
No longer slaves to Menethils son
Rejoice in Death, embrace our fate
Fear not the living but steel your hate
Forsaken by all and loved by none
Our Lady's wrath we will see done
Raise aloft the black flag our destiny fulfill
And remember the statue that stands in Brill

I like it, regardless of still being living

Skarain wrote:I like it, regardless of still being living

Glad you liked it

I really like this, very atmospheric.

I love it, beautifully written.