Chaos

A poem about the Empire of Chaos from my story. I haven't written much about said kingdom. I used to call it "The Drift"

Spiro Mecha Living Blade

Gears turning within that which I've made

Old Atomic Engine's hiss

Born by metal of man-god's kiss

Rising flames of life they come

Creatrix pushing pulling them in motion

Perpetual striking rising spinning

Speak the tale of Mecha

Speak the words of my children

Lock into place yet free in form

For from you shall come a storm

A gate of metal diamond rain

Flows with silent inversed pain

Hear it coming over the hill

Feel it moving underground

See it in the heavens churning

Everknowing Everlearning

And forever pistons burning

As first breath draws in sharply

And metal eyes flash open

Reviews

[Delancey M.]

duuuuuuudeeeeeee Matt, way epic. I loved it! this was fantastic!

[TTBoy28]

Wow! What a description of chaos! I thought you were going to continue in rhyme form, but I'm glad you didn't. Although I haven't read the story, it's not difficult to understand your premise. Thank you for sharing this!