The Herald: Parts I and II

No shortage of evil characters in my world. I: The Herald Archangelo embarked in a condition of control With stores enough to carry him the whole way to his goal Of sovereign authority, his order bore the name A package to deliver and a warning to proclaim He'd been adhering to the line amounting to his norm When of a vital matter did a fleeing girl inform Whose father was a locksmith and the target of a sack That left her with an item that the King expected back A traitor to the royal court, the Duke of Pitch had struck To bring affairs-of-state's delay as his men ran amuck Without the precious envelope that held the royal seal The king could not his might invoke to make the bandit kneel The herald was convinced by her and let himself supplant To navigate through areas a child likely can't Allowing her sufficient leave for family's concern As he alone attended to the property's return Assured by the position of the low, traversing sun He sought the shortest path across the lands the Duke had won The wear of cruel dictatorship was in its early stage A shadow closing in as from the turning of a page By evening he found refuge in a bleak and cheerless inn Whose keeper seemed to welcome with a condescending grin The serpent that awaited underneath his slender bed Had fangs that sprayed a venom strong enough to leave him dead He managed to contain it by his blanket's timely throw And from the exit least surveyed, succeeded, out to go For sleeping quarters he would have to settle for a glade And let the evening sky extend its sleep inducing shade He drifted to oblivion, surrendering to need And feeling only temporarily of danger freed Whatever hurdles lay across his solitary flight Would have to wait at least until the passing of the night II: The Posse A cast of sordid characters converged in hot pursuit The royal stamp presented an attractive piece of loot Three predators intent on intercepting the stray scout Imagined what he'd look like with his hide turned inside out They traveled through the shadows with superior finesse Sufficiently provisioned and assured of their success United by a common and carnivorous desire But each too centred on the self to totally conspire Untypical was Antipath of men who worked for Pitch Instead of breaking out of jail, he crawled out of a ditch He lined the road behind him with the pockmarks of his pike As with the hunted courier, he tried to think alike The product of invasion's most notorious affairs He'd been discovered by the bears and raised as one of theirs They taught him how to wrestle and to hollow out a hole Among the civilized, he sunk to fill the lowest role His fellow fiend, de Bauch, would from another corner stalk The witnesses against him were too terrified to talk His fervency for violence propelled him well along Inspired by the kill to come, he broke into a song Towards the lost and frightened girls, he was no longer led In favour of a victim with a bounty on his head To sate his mad, sadistic thirst, he'd crucify and maim Dismissing every screaming plea with no remorse or shame Young Malady, their trailing mate, kept her beguiling face Sagaciously reserved for the most advantageous place With simpering magnificence, she rounded out the crew From whom the brave Archangelo intensively withdrew Fixated on their fleeing prize, towards his camp they went With Antipath the first to find it, following the scent The dawn was just upon him and the smoke still in the air The wild paths his prey had walked would show their signs of wear (to be continued)
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