Authored for submission to the 'A Moment In Time' competition.
Before the wretched hew of Man
On the eve of His Salvation
A pregnant pause, a time to plan
His brief moment in Damnation
In his ruin, the earth made still
He found himself wandering light
Amongst friends and foes, the furious mill
Quarreling beneath Heaven's Might
Amidst the destruction of Life
Man fumbled for resolution
Stood before the altar of strife
He had come to his conclusion:
"How sweet War is to Death's evaders
Saccharine in its infernal lure
Triumphant, do cry those few victors
Forgotten, do lie the dead obscure
How terrible is the battle's din
Heard over the wailing bell's appeal
A mother's cries laid out, forgotten
Buried deep beneath our misplaced zeal."
Saccharine in its infernal lure
Triumphant, do cry those few victors
Forgotten, do lie the dead obscure
How terrible is the battle's din
Heard over the wailing bell's appeal
A mother's cries laid out, forgotten
Buried deep beneath our misplaced zeal."
His respite ended, time amended
A fractured moment, now made whole
To his last stand, Man returned
Committed to his final role
As ichor leaked from his cleaved side
In his fading moments of being
His faith became his burning guide
To be now that which is all-seeing
Fire takes form, Man arisen
Damn'd eternal, to march anew
Now Salvation is its mission
A quest it righteously pursues.
A fractured moment, now made whole
To his last stand, Man returned
Committed to his final role
As ichor leaked from his cleaved side
In his fading moments of being
His faith became his burning guide
To be now that which is all-seeing
Fire takes form, Man arisen
Damn'd eternal, to march anew
Now Salvation is its mission
A quest it righteously pursues.
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