Treachery.

Treachery

Hell fastened riders light the sky,
Sparks of arrow flame light the night,
Armor flakes of bruised battalions,
Legions dark, bread and broken souls.
Generals push forward on and on,
Eons of blood bathed lands,
Death gassed fields for kingdoms come,
Monarchy at it’s finest,
Let the red river flow for fear of death.

His eyes bled out deceit,
His teeth spat their own lies.
What was his goal but to destroy?
He laid down the law for man,
But contradicted himself with death,
And everlasting eternity of torture,
His loyal servant slays down the heavens,
Battle wind gusts of angelic power,
The king appointed by god.

“Bite your tongue” says the slave,
to the dog of the master,
but what dog would mind his masters slave,
and in turn bites the servant.

Music chimes and plays with facades,
Veiling the light of which reality shows,
Covering land of its own truth,
Deceiving our beliefs into fantasy.
And casting stones to the only hope,
That keeps the maggots at bay.

That was a great poem. It seemed like a story from the days of the knights and warriors from long ago used to do battle to see who was better. Keep up the good work and I look forward to reading your next one.