My First Post

It took me a real long time to start a blog because I didn't know what my first post should contain. I kept turning ideas over and over, and finally, decided to use this poem for my first post. I've written it keeping in mind the fantasy books I grew up on.
[I would like to know what you think the ending means :)]

IT WAS THE LIGHT

It was the light, I open my eyes

Bleary and tired, I blink

My  vision, is of the vast skies

Forcing me to clearly think

Where am I?

It was the leaves’ rustle

That brought all back with a jolt

The guards outside, all the hustle

And the wooden door that had a bolt.

The search, the chase,

Mainly the darkness.

My head I try to raise

I revisit the darkness.

It wasn’t the usual treasure hunt

I wasn’t after gold

I sit up with a grunt

My story has to be told.

What I was after, did not belong

With the men who had it stolen

Nay, the beginning is the song

Which foretold the coming of the Fallen.

An old and powerful race

Defeated by the slaves

The throne now they grace

Having sent the Old ones to their graves

Or so it was thought,

They will return,

That’s what the song taught,

The object of importance being an urn.

My master summoned me

And now he waits upon the shore

Woe be me

The pain, I can’t take it anymore.

The urn had to be found and broken,

Before the feared dawn

And choice words be spoken

On the following morn.

But thwarted as am I

By some who wanted otherwise

The colour rises in the sky,

The guilt, I can not disguise.

Stop! This has to end

Or the world is doomed!

The rules must bend

To stop……to stop, there must be

A Sacrifice!

This hollow in a tree

My prison, will serve me now

A tree tall and wide, like many

What’s that? You wonder how?

This helped, telling the story

Now I take leave goodbye

I’m sorry the end seems gory

This is it, my last glimpse of the sky.

It was the light, I open my eyes

But this just can’t be

My first glimpse is of the sky

And then the book beside me.