Epoch

Destruction breeds creation.

Conjurers, stay away;
The beast rivals any, but
is on his way to a
peaceful place sought to lay
a mind of a tempered unrest
upon a sacrificial stone
for slaughter, a rite toward the
ethereal cosmic throne

Sorcerers gather may,
but evil has paid his pay
Time will unravel space
and demons will change their ways
The angelic fight alone
Resistance a scant told tale
Raptured by blade and flame
The epoch of gods has failed.

Lost are the will and ways
to save this slow dying age
The war of the scrolls will rage
from heaven to catacombs
approaching and left behind
under and over and on
without and deep within
What never was and what is gone.

The next eternity looms
uncertain but lined with tombs
The annals of black offset
the light of the first new moon
Summon the night from day,
but prophecy speaks this clear--
The rock has mothered the sand
which the storm will wash away.

Reviews

[ELii]

Like the imagery. Fantastic write.