#123 Poem by Chris Todd, Jr.

The corpses of lifeless men,
Fallen heroes,
Lie strewn about the ground,
Stained with blood,
Drops of poison,
Spread across the land,
Cleansing it,
Of its erroneous ways,
The sun no longer,
Shines on thee,
In Hell’s hall,
They’ll make the call,
To end it all,
The warriors unite,
Under a blood red dawn,
The fall of man near complete,
Two brothers meet in battle heat,
On they charge,
For one last feat,
No victory,
And no defeat,
With no remorse,
They’ll make their thrust,
Their eye’s full of hate,
Malice in their hearts,
Death is the only way,
As the world spirals down,
Satan makes his stand,
The final doom of,
God’s plagued war,
The blood of battles fought,
Glistens in the sun,
With swords held high,
They tread the road to Hell,
Iniquitous men,
They will surely die,
The sun blackens,
As Angels fall,
And Heaven burns,
The Serpent rules,
As the all powerful one will fall,
In the last judgment,
Of the mighty one…