Dang999

The Legion of Shadows form ranks, Silhouetted against the flanks of royal phalanx, Also know as the legion of the damned, The dregs of man left behind. All men and kingdoms try to stand, but are broken by the legion's brand, A swathe of dragon fire glows across the turbid lands, Slaughtering all who stand against these bands. Lithe squadrons of aged warriors bray, Spear against shield while their families pray, The legion march forward unto dawn, Haggard phalanx marches unto death. 'The war is won' The phalanx said, Before dread beast cleaved his almighty head, A dragon falls, harpooned and shattered, A castle under siege left battered, B

Level the stones, And break out bones, Our castles are falling, Our kingdom is now crawling. It matters not what comes, But hate seems very bothersome, The rivers run red, With the blood and bodies that rest in the bed. Lay with the eternal light, To blow away all your fright, Our heads may scream, For the world's never mending dream. Cry with me and die with me, The sadness is what makes us free, The happiness also, share with my brain, These feelings of strain. You may be healed, Finally realising how I feel.

Crying when the curtains fall, Fearing when your lover call, Hating this cruel fate, So much it may keep you up late. Screaming when the soldiers come, The whole world will fall numb, They batter and brawl, While the children squall. The cliffs we see, And know we are free, The days are dawning, Now that we'll finally see morning. But for now we pray, Because the would and our lives seem grey, Wars are brewing, Watching are the ancient demons, That are stewing. The murky depths of darkness, Break to show the wings of the carcass, Material are the demons, that lay in wait, For the great and holy war that will appear as late.

Time hath forgotten me, Everything I wanted to be, Sacred is the pain, That it comes like rain. As I tighten the noose, Rare, special tears run loose, Hate me for I am damned, Like the gate having been slammed. God hath forsaken my being, HE is only ever lying, Satan sees my feeling, While I am dying. The voices are near, Never will I truly be here.

'Praise ye, Almighty God!' Cried the everlasting cod. 'He is not dead, yet, The thought fills me with dread/' The doom seekers loom, In eternally dark room, For the legendary hero, To fall into their cold, hard grasp. 'God is not dead' The hero sayeth, And went to battle, Against this useless prattle. Masterful was his art, That they leaped with a start, Created by Satan, These weren't God's creation. Through the bracken they ran, Till their faces tan, They burn to ash, But never so rash. The hero now an old man said, 'That is my story, now, tell me if god is dead,' We did not know either, Therefore waited for heavenly flower to dither.

Creativity is man's curse, For sometimes we coerce, We argue and fight, Through day and through night. Let the death of man, woman, And child remind you that blood is spilled, Like the early morning dew the fog willed, Upon this land now left broken, By words of love and peace unspoken. Idiotic are we who fight for ourselves, When someone needs are help we are like carrousels, We spin and turn round and round, Until the plan has been wound. Yet we forever cry and weep, Except for the one who's a creep, Sitting in a dark corner, Awaiting the world's return to order.

My wish is to let bygones be bygones, Yet my wish is not to be answered, The creator wishes not in this world for trigons, Sadly we crave the cure to this cancer. We are of a broken people, Dragged down off our steeple, By those mightier than us, Those we will never trust. Created we were to curse and cry, We all know that the end is nigh, mortality leaves us stranded, So that we may be branded. By war and pain we falter, For the world hath been forever altered.

Howling is the dire wolf, Whom lost its love, gone aloof. Crying for its lover lost, Ended of such great cost. Its love never ending, But heartbreak its soul is rending, Never hath it felt this way, But it's night never return to day. Rambunctious its lover was, But at what cause? Ruffled is the dire wolf's fur, As its memory clings to her. Black is its soul, all pained. Yet it howls still, now strained.

'Heaven hath gone dark,' So sings that shameful lark, 'Where be the God we love?' Sang shining white dove. 'God is gone abandoned us now,' Says the wholly abandoned cow, 'What did he ever do for our sake?' Said Lilith, the forsaken, demon snake. The creatures howl and scream, In this forever real dream, God has left his home, Leaving us to fend alone. Yet man prevail in love, With the almighty white dove, Once the angels begin their song, God will return after long.