Final War

The stroke of darkness marks his arrival from hell beneath 
The King he decrees a feast not knowing the beast 
That shall one day be destroyer of good, there present
Making tyranny the law, that shall then govern the heath.

As surely he will make blood mark his vile sheath
Each village and town will sport his sickening, gory feet
And horrible mortal cries will rend the skies, misery replete
When Justice and Peace, remain words no longer used, myth. 

Then does he rise, the Slayer, heeding calls of Heaven
Enraged, massacres all wicked that crosses his path, mercy bereft
He surely will face him, defiant and furious, the demon.

They fight, the battle eternal, scouring the planet, guile shorn
He finally beats wickedness, the sword cleaving sunder, nothing left
Only good shall forever then reign, the people, his chosen!

Author's Note

A traditional Italian Sonnet of 2 Quatrains (abba abba) & a Sestet (cdc cdc) & Volta. Also tried to weave in the Iambic Pentameter.

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

Armageddom and Revelation all in one! Enjoyable read!!!

[Poetic Nuance]

Thank you for the comment. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful words and thoughts. I saw war and the dead cities/homeless people. I learn. No-one win in war.
"They fight, the battle eternal, scouring the planet, guile shorn
He finally beats wickedness, the sword cleaving sunder, nothing left
Only good shall forever then reign, the people, his chosen!"
I hope the meek and the people of peace shall win. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Left a lot for the reader to think about.
Coyote

[Poetic Nuance]

Thank you so much for your comments. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.