The bugles sounded!
Rushing hooves are heard in the distance
Shuffling feet up and below
In hurried disharmony
Rebound in the empty halls-
Silence reigns in the Keep.
Archers in position-
Warriors await behind the great fortified
iron gates.
A hand raised!
The approaching hooves carry behind them a
cloud
Of dust masking the incoming horde—
The leader of the Keep, stoic, visibly
perturbed.
His arm remains extended—
His hand in a tight fist—
His eyes transfixed on the enormous cloud
of dust—
Steadily approaching with lightning speed