An Ode to HC3 Decider - Emperor in a Barrel v/s William The Conqueror

Tis a story of ambition, of valor, of grit,
Of a Conqueror and an Emperor, told bit by bit.

A land of peace, of civilizations with dreams,
'bout to witness villagers' and fighting mens' screams.

A Conqueror, his eye on the kingdom he hath not been given,
An Emperor, his ambition on the cup that is hidden.

Equal beginnings, the sheep, the boar, the trees,
Only murmurs of future bloody engagements in the breeze.

With the shrouds of darkness thrown hither with food,
The villages now enter the age of feud.

Lest feud too long and blinded by siege,
The villages fear the victory out of reach.

The Conqueror's machines aiming stones at the start,
Have the Emperor stood silent with his hand on his heart.

Whilst the Conqueror streams horsemen, spearmen, machines,
The Emperor is patient, and chalks an economic scheme.

Conqueror goes too far, dreams of a forward beast in stone!
His dreams are shattered, all remains is a castle of doubt alone.

The Emperor smiles, he may not be that quick,
but tis a game of patience, of position and wit.

'Not just you', the Conqueror bellows,
'My army is valiant, will push you to your hollows'.

The raids of the Conqueror far and wide,
Made the Emperor, in a barrel hide.

'Ahh this is beautiful, disgusting, unbelievable and brave',
shout the overlords, voiced by T90 and Dave.

The cannons, the spears, the javelins all violent,
Slowly, but surely, it all starts getting silent.

Where were castles reaching the skies galore,
Now lies torn armor of the horsemen's valor.

Forests abundant once upon the dark times,
All bloodied sand now under the imperial war chimes.

In his heart he knew, he had lost, his men outwitted,
But he is the Conqueror, many more battlefields to be pitted.

On his mighty horse, his throne, down his crown he laid,
As he muttered the hallowed words - 'gg well played.'