Ghostly Knights Poem by Warren Atherton

.And from the south the Clandalks came
Bestowing kindness all the more.
Indoctrination-heed the law!
Set up camp to cleanse our shame.
Haranguing their message clear,
Presaged the fall of man and beast,
Temporized our final feast,
Such vestige of a yesteryear.

Cosseted their precious fold,
Marched slowly through a twilight dirge,
With heavy hearts emotions surge,
For once the world looked bleak and cold.
O'er fields and streams, green hills now black
One last crusade to flee this earth,
Such a numinous air, bring on re-birth!
Leave desolation at our backs.

A scarlet sky, a dying sun
A scabrous landscape all around,
A haunting moan the only sound;
Our transformation has begun!