Apollinaris Part 1

"And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon."

Part 1

Apollinaris

Feet shorn of leather laced in steel
plod bone and hilt to sword stone;
Bared before the legions swayed
cut her line in half
Slit her throat to feed the stars,
Drunk blade
flesh cut
And sheared the entrails
To the holy ground.

Fodder brave and furious fire
Skyblazed her heavens wrought
Black dogs ripped skin
and sockets dry
Tongues lapped her pieces up
Defenders lie
bent to bent
Burst marrow tasted
Cooked and fried.

Smoke filled air
The trenches stench
They filled them
By the pair.
Higher than the City Gate
Then torched them to the Pyre,
Some Alive some were dead
Apollinaris cried
Here! They lie great Abaddon!