The Son of the Scourge
This song is dedicated to Nicci and her Redwall character, Jublenarris the Seer. Written using a black metal theme, the song describes Jublenarris' revenge on the inhabitants of Redwall Abbey for killing his father, Cluny the Scourge. It also depicts his transformation into a Freniz, a fearsome creature of the night.
Jublenarris the Seer is © by Nicci, All rights reserved.
Redwall is © by Brian Jacques, All rights reserved.
The Son of the Scourge
By
Foxpiper
The frosty moon slowly ascended in the bleak and blackened sky,
Wintery winds swept over the ground, summoning nightly chills;
All across Mossflower Woods, the dead of winter was nigh,
A stillness shattered by sounds of marching over desolate hills.
Visions of vile vermin formed from ancient lands unknown,
Dressed in dreary garb fashioned of fabrics tattered and worn;
Clad in rustic armor, their vicious visage had only grown,
A solemn sight as they marched onward into the forest forlorn.
Heading the hellish horde strode a solitary creature,
A rat shrouded in darkness with hatred ready to surge;
Anger and anguish accentuated his fearsome feature,
For he was Jublenarris the Seer, the son of the scourge.
The soil shook as footpaws fell upon the frozen ground,
Shadows of swart soldiers shown on the trees standing tall;
The legion of death and destruction marched without a sound,
Reaching the gates of the sacred sanctuary called Redwall.
"Behold, my horde, the fortress of fallacies and fools,
They preach of peace, yet are willing to fight to the death;
Tonight, we fight not for conquest, nor for riches and jewels,
But for my father, for here he fought until his last breath!"
With a final command, flaming arrows lit the starless skies,
Fires burning brightly brought forth the scourge's return;
Revenge filled the crisp air with sounds of screams and cries,
As the eyes of the seer watched the holy building burn.
"Let my enemy be engulfed in the flames of despair,
Let them all share in my shattered sorrows and misery;
My blood runs black and cold like winter's arctic air,
A poor soul am I, scarred for life by Redwall's history!"
With arms spread wide, the seer chanted an arcane spell,
A smile flickered across his lips for darkness had won;
When soon, the sacred sanctum of falsehoods finally fell,
The warlord watch as archaic abbey walls came undone.
As ashes rose amongst the ruins, all the vermin vanished,
Creeping back into the woods while the winter winds moan;
As they left the smoldering structure where lies were banished,
The legion's leader wandered along an alternate path alone.
Suddenly, the seer was stricken with a sickening sensation,
Frothing beneath the frozen firmament, filled with fright;
Transforming into a Freniz, a hellish abomination,
Forever cursed to prowl the primeval land at midnight.
Roaming the rugged woodlands walked the wicked wight,
Possessed with a marauding mind and murderous urge;
The creature gazed into the sky awaiting dawn's light,
To become Jublenarris the Seer, the son of the scourge.