Soilders of Death

dark battles

Through the twilight hours

soldiers of death march

along the rivers of blood and decay

stars do not shine down

and only thorny bushes remain

 

Mighty wings glisten with pleasurable pain

images howling in the barren winds

whispers of nightly creatures

heard in the ringing of bells

 

Soldiers of death march on

routine list checked

hands of these shadow demons

grip tight

laying all life to rest