A story-poem I am working on for a game I play called Threshold (thresholdrpg.com). It's a telling of the King Sadim myth. It's about 1/3 completed:

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From death-like darkness of slumbering night-tide's reign,
The sun did rise o'er snow-capped peaks of the east.
For on desolate fields of war-stricken plain,
Did ride the men, by thousands, of Sadim's campaign.
And the dew drops glistened like maiden's tears,
Shimmering in the infant light of day's bright dawning.
The tears of lovers in companion-starved slumber.

For the war-beast gnashes and the war-beast reels,
It's echoing death-screams pierce the air,
And their blood is spilled,
And brave men are killed,
And a victory hidden in bloodshed is found,
At last.

At last an end to Sadim's Lordship denial.
From blood-soaked field to throne's seat did come to rest
The General-King, Sadim the cunning. Sadim the wise.
A crown upon blood-stained brow was set,
Of jewels and gold, his mise did he collect.

Happiness and jubilee did fill the streets,
Decadent desires brought to bear in revelry,
For General had return with crown to bear.
Yet not all eyes scrying his Lordship's delighting,
Found asylum in the fleshly visage of mortal creation.
Upon his deeds with unnoticed observance did divinity peer,
And with glorious countenance did manifest and appear,
For blessed gift of ethereal origin He deigned to share:

"Treasure of treasure for you to know, A touch of silver, but not of gold."

A gift upon his Lordship's life. For all days until the end of time,
That whatsoever his Lordship should take in hand,
Should transmutate and come to be, silver of highest purity.
With a flourish and a bow, divine stranger did cease to remain,
And in His place no more than a memory would linger.
A playwright of mortality's struggles,
Setting the world-stage for His players.

For a score of years was come and were too gone,
Like the breath of a wintry day's exhalation.
For wealth undreamed was laid at fingertips grasping,
And from the belly of lover's womb was pulled,
An heir to bring forth a legacy's enduring.
All good things of His Lordships yearning,
From enigmatic origin were formed and wrought,
Brought to fore, and in blessed memory, to then pass.

Yet in distant acre of conquered lands forgotten,
Downfall's plottings silently whispered from ear to ear.
From shore to shore did throne room's visitor bear,
Patient anticipation of a pranking forthcoming.
Divine visitor of blessed presentation did ponder,
Heir to Lordships throne's usurping future.

For into ear so young and tender did come the whispers,
The midnight dreamspeak of such a foul nature.
Into child's mind came creeping, imminent coming of betrayal,
Against blessed hand would the gift most precious fail.

From young man of worth and valor did child come to rise,
A general of caliber reminiscent of Lordship, the father.
For armies marching he did come to love to hear,
Footstomps trampling were to he as a bird's song is for maidens.
And in the coming of dawn's swiftly brightening rise,
Did regal son claim bloodied throne from Sadim, the Usurped.

Into cold, dark wilderness was noble king so bitterly cast.
Left to wander in hunger and questioning,
A king no more, discarded from treacherous son's ambition.
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