His Favored ToolA Poem by LykeiosPoem about war and death and destructionA sunlit
scourge across the plains The men
advance, menace in their plans Weaponry
glistens from ‘neath the rays Of a
scorching star that seems to foretell The
gruesome end and deeds most fell Enemies
across the field Align
and face the others, one side in fear The
other in triumph, Their
victory is sure The
battle has yet to be joined Upon the
prophesied proving ground When, in
roaring agony, the fight is begun Only one
opponent will have won The
right to remain upon the globe The
others sent to shallow graves A road
to hell the reaper paves Grinning
in his savage delight Death is
laughing his face alight And
pulls the vanquished beneath the ground Their
tragic end a reminder now That war
is His most favored tool © 2013 Lykeios |
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