Burn These Bones Poem by Micah Krahn

Burn These Bones



High above the mountain passes of Isilium is quite an unbelievable structure, The Asyrium Bridge.Once built with pride. Structured and mighty this mighty titan was an important waypoint to separate the two olden valleys of Athyria and Asyria.

Now it stands sorrowful and destitute in the midst of the Atherium mountains, it has been rumored that sometimes whispers can be heard when a traveler travels across the titanic structure. Groans and Creaking can be heard from this once ancient bridge.

Eerily one traveler caught a creaking whisper yesterday as he strode across the wooden overpass. He looked about to see if there was anyone tailing him, there was not a single creature nor soul for miles around. He did not know where the whisper originated from until he swayed his steps. Silence came to the catwalk once again. Creaking again the bridge groaned.

Whispering in a near dull hushed tone to which he deciphered the Atherium phrase 'burn these bones', perplexed he quickly hurried home, telling not a soul until he came upon his village. And it was our village, he fled to. Athyn, a small village of no more than chiliad horde of men.

'Alas my brothers, I say to you. This man who fled from the Athyrium Bridge was none other than Baileth, the son of our chieftain.It has been an obsidian age since an object of creation has succumb to the power of our tongue. Who will ride with me to see this strange mysticism, which one of you, my shield brothers? Which one of you? ' Rythe, the older brother of the Chieftan summoned the warriors.

'what was all that about? ' Alieh said to Anarrah as they were bathing in the hot springs. 'Rythe said that Baileth heard faint eerie whispers coming from that ancient bridged titan Asyrium.' Anarrah replied as she strode over to the water's edge and retrieved her deer fur robe. Alieh, still soaping her naked body just replied with a simple 'and they went to check it out? ' 'yes'.

Anarrah and Alieh were both slave girls and belonged to the priestess and soothsayer in Athyn.

Both young women looked onwards as the viking warriors ambled towards the strange phenomenon which was about to occur Arannah, suddenly spoke up 'are you coming to see this strange occurrence? ' Alieh was unsure she wasn't as enthralled in the magical universe as everyone else and was reluctant about going but after being encouraged by her best friend she reluctantly said that she would see the Asyrium bridge with her if she didn't make a big fuss about it.

The two young women snuck behind the viking warriors as they blazed a path through the woods, grabbing what robes they could before escaping into the forest out of sight and sound behind the fierce-some warriors.

They knew of other ways to get to the landmark but they dismissed their thoughts of this almost immediately because they knew it would be safer incognito behind the men.

Perhaps not all had come to see the once ancient bridge, this might have been apparent to everyone in battle gear and the two young women dressed in skimpy deer fur bathrobes but they shrugged it off because there was nothing a Viking to fear. To fear the unknown was to be weak.

The horde slowed up because the bridge was just up yonder. Sending scouts ahead and coming back empty handed the men crept forward and a distanced yet silent pace for they had yet to understand what type of magical forces lay in hiding, if any yet at all.

None yet stirred. They were upon the bridge yet no one stepped forth. Rythe crept froward and stepped onto the wooden catwalk.The girls, at the back of the barrage couldn't see a damn thing, so they quietly jetted around the men to the stone hedge located above the bridge, the hedge was placed by their ancestors a hundred years ago. When they got to the vantage point they could see everything unfold, and it all started when Rythe placed his foot upon the wooden planks of the ancient bridge.

The Asyrium awaited until the horde of men were fully aboard before it twisted and mangled the tormented souls upon the ancient walkway; vines and planks shot out and curled around the escaping men, shaving their corpses in two and splitting blood from their bodies. Once there were no thriving souls left on the structure, the wooded planks and vines returned to their places as if directed from its master, each one fitting back into place as if it were puzzle pieced together. Diving off the bridge into nearby bushes Rythe escaped virtually unscathed. A twig snapped! He looked up saw the girls. He wasn't angered by a couple of cute onlookers but he beckoned them to stay where they were still unknown to any other dangers around.

Underneath bridge an arched voice could be heard 'centuries have passed since this bridge has been used, and now I have killed your men because a simple wretch could not grant a simple request'

'And what is this request; that I may grant thy request? ' Rythe's voice boomed out over the bridge.

'I said the time before, 'burn these bones' but that time has come and passed, I will rout out the weeds from my beautiful forest and destroy all your kinsmen. All will be slain and be rid of from this land... ' boomed the unknown creaking voice

Rythe's anger fueled his rage, as he swung his blazing torch upon the bridge where the unknown voice bewildered from interrupted thought blew into a sun scorching inferno, burning everything within its mighty radius. Asyrium let out a bloodcurdling agonizing whisper 'finally my bones have been burnt! '

Anarrah and Alieh now standing with Rythe; the girls both spoke together 'burn my bones must've meant burn the bridge down'

Rythe bewitched with what had just happened to Asyrium and his brave viking warriors simply gazed upon the ruin structure in pity and said 'alas my sisters, yes that is what He meant, if only it hadn't come to this, I gladly would have burned it down'

The three took one final gaze upon what had occurred there and began their long trek home.


The priestess slave girls Anarrah and Alieh, have more Solarian history unfolding elsewhere, keep tabs on them because they may yet just surprise you of what else comes their way, Rythe too for that matter!


The priestess slave girls Anarrah and Alieh, have more Solarian history unfolding elsewhere, keep tabs on them because they may yet just surprise you of what else comes their way, Rythe too for that matter!

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a poem/story about a mythical and ancient bridge. Fantasy and fictionally based.
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