A story goes with this poem, I have however not finished it yet.
A tale of king and country told
A man who’s heart was hard and cold
Never growing one day old
Two brothers of the olden king
Two brothers didst the old king wring
Fate was hanging by a string
In darkest night
Where clouds brought fright
The two didst strike
So it began
And so it ended.
Boom… in chilling dark of night and winter
Boom… rock shake, wood splinter
Boom… footsteps, men assemble…
…hound and man alike, tremble…
Winds of crimson morning tide
Lament to all of those who died
the brothers the king could not repel
they brought him under foulest spell
Now eternally he must dwell
Encased within an amber shell