Hunyadi

I fell for a thousand years
Or was it a thousand feet

Yes

I fell from a thousand years
Body aflame
I could hear my skin crackle
Imagined it curling and shrinking back on itself
Like the pages of a burnt diary

Aye
And perhaps it was just that
For as I fell
I remembered

Already living for hundreds of years
Since the time of Dacia
I was a Boyar
Voivode
Guardian of Wallachia
Warlord for the Vlads

Tepes
Mewling coward that he was
Earnt his name from me
For I was wiped from history

The Pechenegi was terrified of me
For with my mutable flesh
I would pierce them
Penetrating
Punching through

I made you my son
Gave you great power
Asking only that you look after my lands

But I fell
Helped by your treachery

Burning

My flesh would not obey
So I crashed through the forest
The trees slowing my descent
Until I landed in a shallow pond
The water dousing the flames

I lay there
Broken
Every bone shattered
My spine severed
Flesh cracked and smoking

I had not the strength to move

I called
Knowing my Szgany would come

And so they did
Their minds attuned to my will

Taking up my flaccid flesh
Hiding me away
Ensuring my security

For an hundred years I slept
For even with my power
Still this body needed time

Time

Aye

Something you now lack
Or should I say

Something you will have an abundance of

For now
Pinned by this stake that I hammer in
You will have an eternity to consider your sin
Your vile treachery

Now

Now you must pay

It was time you learnt why
Even amongst our kind
I am feared

Does your flesh still feel me
Does it remember the agony as I supped of your leech

Your spine still burns I'm sure

Oh yes
We will feed on flesh
All manner of beast
Man flesh is our choice

Aaaah

But the blood of our own kind
That is the sweetest of all

So lie there
Wretch that you are
Drained of your blood
With your life left to you
In this ground I throw upon you
Wrapped in those chains of silver
Feeling your strength ebb

I had hopes for you my son
But you denied my faith in you

You will remain undead

Eternally

Whilst I

I take my rightful place
Wallachia beckons

My Szgany
My wolves

They will still serve me

You will regret
As I revel in these times of war

You will starve
Feeling your flesh harden
Tremble in you mind as it cracks
Slitting open to reveal dusty entrails
Turning to stone
Conscious for all time
Remembering my wrath

Knowing that I am returned
Back amongst my Szgany

Once more the Black Voivode of Wallachia
Ready to sup on the blood of Mongols

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