Epic Poem (call for a collective project)

You’re right it is…so i will.

And we knew that our ride north was fated.

So we ride(rode) through the rain, leaving the smoke behind us.

We’ll face bitter cold ahead… dangers that will make us dread…

But we carry it on… in spite of it all… leaving a life of ease and comfort behind us…

For who could be sure… what treasures await… and the adventures that might find us…

Who do we face… what do we face… creature with tail and firey breath?

No more an army of headless horsemen… without honor, wisdom or depth…

Pursuant of life and death congruent - entombed in flux of movement.

[pardon my style if it’s less than artsy. My poetry usually accompanies a beat.]

Eyes, any chance you can condense these lines into one? By “one line at a time” I meant one line per poster, at a time.

I’d say this is rather exceedingly than less than artsy. I appreciate differences in style between the lines.

We rode until many prisoners had collapsed, then set up camp, and tried to make fire.

The sacrifices were prepared and the Fire Masters were summoned.

Wine was poured and wounds were treated, and soon smoke began to rise.

Give us not to the shadows in shackles, but silhouetted in battle.

We rise at daybreak.

So sounded our call to the fire, which now fed the deathly sky with smoke.

As the sun began to creep over the plains and the mountains, the brotherhood had broken fast and were gathering in the Silver Quarters.

The Golden Heads closed in and the Emerald Eye came into focus.

Dante was. O:)

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I’d try to write another line but i have little idea how to follow that one up.