From The Womb Of Fire, A Time Of Reprisal (12) Poem by Captain Cur

Mavros, the first dweller of this earth, lone
Warrior born from the fires of chaos, scarred,
Burned by lava rock, his meteor eyes shone
With crushing intelligence, footed for war,
Exemplified by every circling star;
Rivers and forests lain prone, life saturated,
Counting ages, mingling time, understood
The dreadful silence of the coming flood
That would tint the oceans with all of mankind's blood.

A time of reprisal, a triumph for evil
When giants bred and walked the mountain snow
And haughty men looked to their own pleasure
Fighting amongst each other with likened blow
Loathing themselves and their brothered foe.
Fertile lands returned to a famished wild
Ways of peace and husbandry became unknown
And stole from the earth its reveling child
That now stood apart, angry and unreconciled.

Darkness fell, the sun cowering, a blighted fiend
Where once its light and heat made mankind strong
Blotted under the scorn of the dragon's wing.
Below disheartening doom crept along
Blaspheming man with the hatred of his own tongue,
The rains ceased, baring riverbeds of stone
Barren fields amid the destruction drought brings,
Earthen plates rumbling with a mocking tone
In victorious chasms thundering down to home.

The ministers to man, death and decay
Focusing fear as cold daylight pales
The bravest souls tossed in disarray
And torn to sheds by the vehemence of the gale.
But love survives beneath a tattered veil
When clarity of thought softens the mind
And oft one thinks perhaps to no avail;
Where does the true germ of compassion hide
Replicating itself beneath the monolith of time?