The Oh Hellos Soldier Poet King Lyrics Novels & Stories

It had changed. The King laughed, a sound that made the air shake. “Two bloodlines refusing to let go,” he said. “She drags you toward the light, even as you sink. But don't worry, my child. Even the clearest fire is put out.” That night, I didn't sleep. It was quiet in the camp, that was trained, not peaceful, calmness. The soldiers were in lines, lifeless. I leaned against my tent and went gazing at the sky. The Blood Moon was sinking, yet every thing was painted in red by its light.

If King Damien didn’t wake up in time, everyone would die! “My King…My King! The Lycans are here!!” the soldier cried into Damien’s ears. This time, Damien’s eyelids fluttered.

The man looked like he was ready for war, raising one large, half-shifted claw high above his head where he had mounted his royal horse. “Soldiers of the mountain city! Attack! Fight! Take no prisoners! Fight till you die!” Hector thundered his eyes blazing in a way that sent shivers down my spine, the force of his command making the troops salute smartly on their horses, over a hundred hands slapping the tin-shielded cones of their temples. “For honor! For the king!” They screamed, pumping their swords passionately, the same fire that was in the King’s eyes lighting up in theirs with a vengeance.

There was a War up North. I admonished myself for not thinking in that direction earlier. Had he gone to fight against the insurgents? But He was barely a Soldier. Anyways, I am sure He loves me and will be back soon. Or maybe He won't. I am in deep deep trouble, I say to myself. "You should call him" the old man advised. He gave me his phone after I broke mine. Said He wanted me to have it. I guess it was a parting gift. I don't say this to the old man. Instead, I dial his number hoping for a miracle.

Men shout across to one another in the fields. We trot between two long rows of canvas tents, and as we approach King Fenris’ tent, the soldiers stop fighting and watch me, frozen to the spot, as we near the King. They have all completely forgotten that they’re meant to be training. ‘The stories of the princess are true!’ Someone shouts. ‘A goddess of beauty!’ ‘Her eyes!’ A few more men shout. Sir Hugo extracts his sword from its sheath and points it into the air, yelling, ‘VICTORY WILL BE OURS! DEATH TO THE WEREWOLVES!’

Everybody was looking at him with their vast wonder, curiosity, and also perplexity. “What have you just said!” King Richard Orlando Lie’s voice tune soared up higher and higher. “Fight for this Ocean Blue Land of ours! Dying as the real heroes is much better than living as losers and cowards!” Virando’s voice tune also zoomed up higher and higher. Cackling out loud with his vastly vicious voice tune, King Richard Orlando Lie muttered again, “Do you realize that having said that, you’ve offered your whole life to the grip of these hands of mine?”

Oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by I thought of the moments over the last few months where he padded away fallen tears, when I saw my own pain reflected in his eyes. Oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Oh, Sweet love of mine Where do we go? Where do we go now? Where do we go? Oh, oh Where do

The soldier backed away until he was standing close by the audience. With one mighty swing Marlon cut off the soldier's head and gold sputtered everywhere. He watched as the deity's stood up out of their seats. He heard their mumbles when he thought he should have heard cheers. Then He heard a singular clap. He turned around and looked in that direction to find it was King Osiris himself clapping for him. Seconds later everyone else followed suit and began to clap for him. The King held up his hand and the arena was gone and once again he was standing beside Khepri and King Osiris in front of another gate.

All of this seems like a dream that he don’t want to open his eyes, afraid that everything will fade as soon as he woke up but reality is better than he thought. Everything is real, her sweet smile is real, and the person is cleaely beside him. If this was a dream then it wouldn’t be this vivid. Xegris was dazzled by the thought that he almost drift into the clouds. “Hey” A soft voice called out to him. He slowly turned his head as a warm smile welcomed his gaze. Hellion tapped her fingers on the table as she stared at the Demon king who seems to be in a dazed. “It’s rare seeing you blankly staring into space. Are you daydreaming Your Majesty?” Hellion said as she rolled her eyes in annoyanc

And so it was. At a sign from the officers, all the dukes and soldiers raised their weapons with their right hands and shouted in unison: “Heil, you, Katthike! King of our invincible fatherland! We, your devoted subjects, swear allegiance to you until death! Hail, the king on the snake throne, hail the ruler of the eternally glamorous empire of Askhar! ”