Heroic deeds


Harvest

Harvest

A thousand years since the Horsemen rode out upon the land,

that stoic, sombre, fearful and deadly band

Their greed and the gory tools of Empire builders

that took the power of God upon their shoulders

The old invade to trade and other games were played

Using disease with famine marshalled war to the death tunes knell

As nation after nation were invaded, dominated and then exterminated as they fell

That thousand year lease is up for this old burned out shell called living hell.

The lord of the realm is now at the helm

 

Extract from ‘The Final Days’

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Kinda out there and kinda in here ish? Or is that just all over the place then

Posted on June 6, 2015, in Daily Bugle, Healing, Magical, Philosophy, Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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