A day in which the Sun is bleak,
A field filled with rotting meat.
There's simply no scent to compare
To how this pile reeked
Of morbid blood, and guts and gore,
Cities sentenced to rot evermore
Between pillars of four that stand strong and tall
From which the greatest demons fall,
And lay upon this giant mass
On a stone floor cracking with dead grass.
Perhaps this means to tell a tale,
Of how these epic heroes failed
And ran with legs protecting tails,
Helmets cracked by giant hail
That railed through their wooden shields
Thusly bringing them to heel,
And leaving them to turn to ash
Of battles and wars ages past.
No ashes present, but instead broken limbs,
The moldy, decayed flesh of imps, who
Stupidly yearned for another life
And were wrought to rot because of it.
These men who lie here deserved to die,
For they knew not the limit of the sky
That holds us from our precious Sun,
A flame to hot to bear to heart
And sentenced to a distant place
To warm an entire race of ungrateful apes
Who he watches as the earth is *****
Her skirt ripped off and turn asunder
By her twisted children's hunger
For money and a younger face.
Broken swords stick from the dirt,
Whispering of their masters' hurt,
Stained with blood of fallen foes
That the ground soaked up beneath our toes
And thus became this horrid land,
Borders bearing no lines or flags
But instead the mark of a Demon's hand
The same ten fingers of you and I,
And that's why these poor souls had died
And now they rest beneath the sky
That they once dreamed that they would fly
But now they're just a giant pile
Punished for their stupid guile.
A wish of everlasting, of the dragon scales.
To desire un-desire, what a human tale..
The trees of this place stand broken and charred
Swaying gently in the breeze as giant bars
To keep these imprisoned souls still,
So the forces of nature can **** and ****
Their spirits again, for wanting to live,
But this torture has a gift to give
For they got what they want, these stupid souls,
Their immortal pile is now their home
Everlasting agony upon this stone,
A place where the Sun has never shown.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
A day in which the Sun is bleak,
A field filled with rotting meat.
There's simply no scent to compare
To how this pile reeked
Of morbid blood, and guts and gore,
Cities sentenced to rot evermore
Between pillars of four that stand strong and tall
From which the greatest demons fall,
And lay upon this giant mass
On a stone floor cracking with dead grass.
Perhaps this means to tell a tale,
Of how these epic heroes failed
And ran with legs protecting tails,
Helmets cracked by giant hail
That railed through their wooden shields
Thusly bringing them to heel,
And leaving them to turn to ash
Of battles and wars ages past.
No ashes present, but instead broken limbs,
The moldy, decayed flesh of imps, who
Stupidly yearned for another life
And were wrought to rot because of it.
These men who lie here deserved to die,
For they knew not the limit of the sky
That holds us from our precious Sun,
A flame to hot to bear to heart
And sentenced to a distant place
To warm an entire race of ungrateful apes
Who he watches as the earth is *****
Her skirt ripped off and turn asunder
By her twisted children's hunger
For money and a younger face.
Broken swords stick from the dirt,
Whispering of their masters' hurt,
Stained with blood of fallen foes
That the ground soaked up beneath our toes
And thus became this horrid land,
Borders bearing no lines or flags
But instead the mark of a Demon's hand
The same ten fingers of you and I,
And that's why these poor souls had died
And now they rest beneath the sky
That they once dreamed that they would fly
But now they're just a giant pile
Punished for their stupid guile.
A wish of everlasting, of the dragon scales.
To desire un-desire, what a human tale..
The trees of this place stand broken and charred
Swaying gently in the breeze as giant bars
To keep these imprisoned souls still,
So the forces of nature can **** and ****
Their spirits again, for wanting to live,
But this torture has a gift to give
For they got what they want, these stupid souls,
Their immortal pile is now their home
Everlasting agony upon this stone,
A place where the Sun has never shown.
