The Battle Field

The Battle field is ready for a messy day Throats will be cut and blood will spray Great feats will be achieved and a wonderful display Of armies in mortal struggle, the fray Giants, Demons, Angles and the like ready their blades The battle drum beats then they rush the glade. A master white stair case to heaven is the Demons goal The General shuts his visor and leads his hoard through Magic, Death, Music, Strength, and Weakness all happen Only one makes it through the havoc…. His last sprint up the stair case a final task At the top he unveils his metal mask A young mans face with demon horns peers at the gates In front of him guardians decide his fate One question is all he has for them and the lord Can I see my beloved from childhood from before? The Demon kneels to show no threat before his grace Then he sees her solemn sad little face He didn’t move his great muscles as she approached him Her actions were very simple…she bent over and kissed him He then turned and walked down to the stair case Threw his sword and spear then leapt from its base He very well could have opened his great wings He completed the only wish he had…. See the King! Genevieve his angel