Dom Chi II


Elaborate plans lay strategy,
for the capture of Dom Chi. 
The king believes his plans will yield,
victory on the battlefield.
Orders to depart at dawn,
for every private, every pawn.
Plans are easy for the king,
he'll not likely feel the sting.

Nighttime scenes evaporate,
no one dares to ponder fate.
Above the hills faint light appears,
it’s time to bury inner fears,
it’s time the bishop hear our prayers.

Atop his metal horse he sits,
the master of the Dom Chi blitz.
"Conquer all," the king declares,
“not one life will we spare.”
Into battle pawns are sent,
a special killing regiment.
Men of valor special trained,
killer instinct unrestrained.

Weaving through the underbrush,
the king's appointed aptly rush.
Quickly swarming to the fray,
holy orders to obey,
vultures swooping to their prey.

Donned with mindless weapons they,
strike with vengeance's debt to pay.
Flying metal, flames and smoke,
tear head and limb, ox from yoke.
Safely out of danger's way,
the fearless king directs the play.
Observations from a hill,
capture details of the kill.

The pawns complete the massacre,
the village now a sepulcher. 
The soldiers carry out his plan,
the king congratulates his men,
Dom Chi belongs to him again.