Flames Upon Flames

The soldier of light bears down on the flames of darkness,
They erupt and consume the brilliance of the men who die;
The footmen are forbidden to live, their words are mere action,
Those who fought have fled and been wounded by their routing,
This organisation crumbles dutifully, like a whale poised on its own.

An army has four seasons, a real armed many survives time,
Always to the duty of thousands and thousands of plenty;
Time revolves around the circles of light, time is a material
Upbringing, that encircles the circles of such dire light
That light cascades into the fathoms of the black hole.

So much light is too much pain, of a godly scholar or a Plato,
Peace will arise doing the catastrophe, but wars erupt
Into thousands of pieces, that survive and blossom like flowers,
So then the wars end from battle; the four seasons are in
Effect, being the world of plenty and many and so much.
Friday, October 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,fire,light
Edward Kofi Louis 07 October 2016
War is not the way forward. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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