Hell Has A Familiar Face Poem by Steve Santerre

As the myriad of dragons fly from inferno,
Colours of joy turn grim, mirroring the night sky,
A sky filled not with planets and stars, oh no,
But that which opposes the light,
Emptiness that in time will swallow the fullness of life

All hearts and minds brace for the slaughter,
All hopes torn asunder from the torrent of fire
Above, they torch the heavens, blazing castles and men
Their raid not waned by cannon fire or by arrows spike.

That awful stare has a pierce of its own, rupturing the soul
Corrupting the tranquil valleys with dark waters and poisoned clouds
That rain sadness and despair, pushing all light under a rock.
A frenzy of terror stirring the tides, engulfing the sky with a storm,
Growing in power and in strength, until all known is but a grave
And in this resting place we call death, the murderous winged creatures stare,
Before the last remnant of our existence is sunk, they speak…

“Fellow men, we bid you farewell
In time, we will meet again, for not in this world, but in the next,
And again we will defeat you, and your evil ways,
As dragons we are the most pure of all creatures,
Sent to cleanse the world of nature’s disease”

Dragons everywhere rule this land,
Once stolen like bread from its maker,
Restored at last to its rightful owner
But the villain not let free
For he must face justice today, he must!
And the time will come when he shall see
That the world he walks from day to day,
Is but a wasteland of broken mirrors, and broken ways
Where good and evil drink from the same glass
And the wine, a most wicked taste of death
Floods the veins and mind, blinds the eyes.

Oh man shall meet his maker once more
And the charges shall be great
At the last hour, he will stand in front of the mirror
And the dragons face shall emerge in his place

An eruption of flames, hell on earth
Launch, fire, strike
All destroyed, man, animals, and the like…