Our king's land-dom.

who dares it,
defying all odds
scheme the plot, talkless
sum it up in action
an invasion on our king's land-dom?

a haven of fighters, of brave warriors
 axe and sword-wielding,
to the last of us

we were that invincible
or so were made to believe
until that year, year of our undoing,
when we had a near-total wreckage
 of all that exhumes life on our land

 it all started, when the fear 

- of losing to serious illness, our king,
(the sovereign one, only
with whom our hard-fought wars were conquered) -   

  with its deadly grip, stretched deep,
into the core of our sanities,
whipping up terror,
about our would-be fate
- aftermaths of our
king's imminent demise -

the terror, 

in its daredevilry, a mere war, confined to our innards, within,
     reaped its harvest from among our men, interred them on our land
even earlier
than was our ill king by whom
they were made only gore-inflicting warriors.