Retribution

A poem that I wrote...five years ago. Time sure does fly!

The acid rain swiftly falls
On the decrepit fortress walls.
The soldiers who once dwelled
Were mercilessly, quietly felled.

No enemy attacked the gate
Nor disease that was too great.
Yet the bodies still remain
In the turrets, in the rain.

The sounds still echo off the stone
The wretched sob, the whispered moan.
No escape made easy for the men
They clawed and scraped again and again.

It gazed at them with contemptuous eyes
Ignored their pleas, ignored their cries.
It descended upon them in silent speed
Their misdeeds paid for, and thus, their greed.

No glorious battle, no heroes here.
Yet one force did act that was so clear.
Their rotten souls created at birth
Were of demon make, and demon earth.

Reviews

[Tenebrousoul]

Great job. I loved how this flowed!

[Prophecy]

This made me think of apocalypse and environmental themes, it was really good. I enjoy the idealistic desperation of it, the youthful annoyance of how imperfect we are and how unevolved the world is...at least that's what I gleamed from it, what exact is it about?

[ΨXO]

Five years old and still holding up to be attractive and enticing. Of course, poetry doesn't really undergo the effect of aging I guess, so my comment is kinda null. Good write anyway, thank you for the enjoyable read.

[Rowan Storm]

You write with a Cassandra Claire feel.