The Black Garden of Heaven

a single drop of rain splattered
on the rusted shattered land
under an iron red sky
spitting the wastes of heaven and

blood seeping from the cracks in the ground
each drop bearing a thousand memories
of a world forsaken by the lord and his crown
when he broke the land and sundered the seas

a land once green and a place of bliss
blessed by the authority for men to walk on
now ruled by an eternal grey
never night....yet never day

the hallowed stones split wide apart
reaching into the world of the dead
opening the gate for the denizens of the night
and the peace that had lain on the land fled

they preyed on the sick, wounded land
they flattened the earth with their scaly feet
the air stank of their putrid breath
they poisoned the water with their toxic spit

and the people fled their ancient home
the mothers clasping their children to their hearts
while the angels of death flew down from the skies
their cries piercing the flesh like poisoned darts

and anarchy ruled the once land of the gods
and the people raised their arms to the skies in despair
while fire ravaged the face of the holy land
they cried for the saviour who wasn't there.........
..........most doubted if he ever will