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path is black on which he treads , the flames are flung asunder
down streets of blood and ash the knight of shadow casts thunder
to awake the anger of the blood king chaos, and all his retinue of hell
and shadows dark can feel the flames of chaos's marching bell
from buildings of frame and gutted within to ovals of drifting smoke
the two forces of death wage war over what was us before all broke
as thundering feet plough through blackened bones and wings of leather beat
the knight of shadow and king of chaos on the skeleton of cities meet
where what was humanity has turned to ash , and cast asunder upon memories in the air
these foes of power woesome and dark lay our silent tomb bare
flame erupts and heavens break as the concrete giants fall
streetways snap and the earth gives voice , swallowing it all
whats left it burned in a tide of flame , black as pitch in night
and the lands of what was once humanity are seared before its light
so through smoke and ash the two clash wills while memories of our time fade
and like the warriors will someday find , we face the choices we made
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path is black on which he treads , the flames are flung asunder
down streets of blood and ash the knight of shadow casts thunder
to awake the anger of the blood king chaos, and all his retinue of hell
and shadows dark can feel the flames of chaos's marching bell
from buildings of frame and gutted within to ovals of drifting smoke
the two forces of death wage war over what was us before all broke
as thundering feet plough through blackened bones and wings of leather beat
the knight of shadow and king of chaos on the skeleton of cities meet
where what was humanity has turned to ash , and cast asunder upon memories in the air
these foes of power woesome and dark lay our silent tomb bare
flame erupts and heavens break as the concrete giants fall
streetways snap and the earth gives voice , swallowing it all
whats left it burned in a tide of flame , black as pitch in night
and the lands of what was once humanity are seared before its light
so through smoke and ash the two clash wills while memories of our time fade
and like the warriors will someday find , we face the choices we made
yeah. relaxing at home , pretty high and heres what i get . . . yeah i pretty much imagine two entities of insurmountable power battling in broken abandoned streets of a place like new york , some odd human bones crubling in the corners here and there . . . the world is a whole new place , with our ruins as a monument to what it has witnessed , and in this poem it is a staging point for a battle of wills between figures of darkness . . . did they cause us the demise glimpsed here? did humanity bring it upon their own heads? or was it some other reason unknown? we will never know , the memories are swept away with the dustof earths new ways.
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Wow, that was great. Good imagery, strong words, and beautiful effect.
I loved it, keep up the good work
I loved it, keep up the good work
Sounds like a progressing story there. I really like how you make your writing seem more prophetic in a sense like telling a story. Very nice.
thanks :) and i dunno , i think youre right , when i write i do it from a point of view of something that has seen all the events coming to that point , knows the story and is telling others about it , usually to push across a lesson
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