Sulking
dark donjon once shackled Two Compeers,
An
era where lands illuminated by blaze when armed;
Scintillating
Swords revealed the souls it ingurgitated,
Knowledge
Not but populist doctrines were charmed.
Originated
not from same belief, weren't from one realm,
Two
longed to disenthrall creeds; for 'one' exiguous survived;
Umpteen
measures broken blocked now shackled & locked,
The
Two Compeers bared, depleting waist, on prayer thrived.
One
Morning heard an aged voice, turned & discerned,
Wrinkled
face cushioned with beard with kindled eyes;
Once
confidant of the throne, demeaned when queried thesis,
Expended
innumerous days engraving truth & lies.
Unveiled
unrevealed brightened the escape- were unshackled,
Covered
the flesh with fabric, The Two scampered towards shore;
Who
was kindred to everlasting, sprang first on the boat,
And Slashed
knife behind, wounded, the other fell on floor;
'Disaccord never blooms affinity,' he said, 'with Unpublished I leave,'
Drifted
towards the land he came from, mocking sacred deal.