this poem is dedicated to mars |
Behold! the angel of Mars he is cloud and iron clad in rusted red metal he stands in fire and resolute upon the never ending battle field slaying with fearsome wonder. the dust arising from chaos covering in an orange filth as blood is spilt in large pools feeding the rage of Aries his blade glows with keen intelligence reflecting the pain of bloodshed and regret of warfare it cries out upon the battlements clashing in opposing steel countenance singing the war cries of violent menocide eyes blazing with heightened aggression and passion as he slips his hungry dagger deep within his enemies heart casting another soul into purgatory. he is riotous justice, and the artist of death painting upon a canvas of dirt and gore capturing chaos in a dramatic movement toward the entropic universe feathers tipped with crimson lies each one a glistening spear thrusted up piercing the heavens framing his enemies last second in a beautiful vision of his splendor. fear increasing. footsteps drawing ever closer as your heartbeats faster pumping in tune to the rising rhythm of the war drum the trumpet is sounded with the climax! and he is there above you in hot anticipation of victory taking his silver gilded spear in hand rising it above his head his expression is angry filled with the thirst for bloodshed the ground shakes in fear of his footsteps heavy with fatigue and as the battle draws to a close he strikes with violent precision piercing you’re fluttering heart you are dazzled by his perfect strike taken in poetic prose swiftfully inspired marveling at his beauty as you die in love with his graceful pale figure molded for artful extermination. silence overwhelms the stage as one figure remains victorious lit by glory and stained in legend he is all that stands before you’re fading sight enshrined in the settling dust behold his awesome form! |