The Fire of Colchester
The naked glow of a candle flame flickers
As shadows mingle upon the wall
Notice the window has been left open
Trace the carved furrows lightly with your fingertips
Its frame is coated in a hoary mist
Bathed by the silver moonlight
Look at the sky, and
Watch the ethereal storm clouds approach
Static energy remains bottled
Bubbles are still waiting to be unleashed
The river Colne is over flowing with emotion
As the cascading water escapes
Already you can tell, something odd is afoot
Listen for a moment
As the chilled wind serenades above
Gently touching your bare neck
Outside, a wolf howls resentfully
Piercing the trembling tranquilly
Our sentries guarding the settlement borders
Keeping watch
The ground quakes beneath your feet
"What is that? What is happening?" A child whimpers
In the distance an army of fire appears
Trudging closer
A message is dispatched
The word is sent secretly
Through the systematic diadem of fiery beacons
Located randomly in the open wilderness
The warrior emerges in her royal chariot
Her name, you ask?
Boudicca
Boudicca
The name dances loyally
Tucked safely beneath the wings of a dove
Snared into the golden brim of a bracelet
Boudicca
It whispers, searching through the town
An invisible soul stirring both hatred and fear
Boudicca
What's That?
You turn round suddenly,
Only to hear...
Nothing
Its just that heavy breathing again
So quiet you can identify a pin drop
Boudicca
Screams erupt as your nerves ping
Homes are on fire
You watch as the blaze spreads
And you realize that as
The rebels pass through town
London is their next destination
There is no mercy in this world.
Written by Stormfaerie
