Soft mist and stinging mystery, souls lost to the strain of time
Broken Peace and blackened pyre, Put to the Blade of the blood boiling
to Paradise they mindlessly march, drones to the dark calling
Humming tunes of the endtimes, Ever onward - always forward
Conquerors and carriers, They've come to turn the tide
Torment us - And toss us into unbalance, Black is the plague of pain
Fear and foe, Fate and folly
Without rest - weary and dying, A last bastion for those that resist
The dark hierarchies - daemons of fire, Scythe-bearers and storm bringers
To Paradise they restlessly rush, End of life, End of love, End of all things
End of Paradise
Author notes
Another dark write, concieved while listening to vangelis' conquest of paradise, for the movie 1492.
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As if the ashes can wash over the soul within a read. You did this well. Great visuals, but I have to say now I am sad, and I do not wish to be.
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War does tend to bring an end to paradise. And all other things it touches. This is a great write.
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wicked
i loved it it is so good i love i love it i love it keep going
god bless love
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this is great, i really love it lol, it's one of the best things i've seen in a long time amazing job, great flow and a nice balance of words that works brilliant. keep it up
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wow
i loved it. great write.
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Well. This poem is not bad. You have an abundance of capitals in this piece, and generally (nowadays at least) that is a poetic no-no. Its a matter of style however. 'stinging mystery' was a good phrase. Write on!
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