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De Mertens. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Bellantony De Mertens
My gut begins to tremble with an angry growing storm,
the sun is blotted out by this,
like a demon taking form.
The rain descends on this my end when crowds begin to chant,
they see two mortals trapped in time,
simply fight they cant.
The blade in hand is struck by his and sends out chills so cold.
He knows his fate is just like mine,
We cling to life and hold,
The mud is thick and rain is too, the waters running deep.
Like lightning quick I land a blow that puts my foe to sleep.
So now the test has run its course, its time to mount my steed,
my legs find peace and rest with him,
alas my hands they bleed.
The wind takes hold of the crowds old song, it leaves me stunned and lone.
This metal case surrounding me
is a tomb I feel alone.
If Hades were a simple man his life would surely end,
but now this man he wants me dead,
it's Hades son, it's not a friend.
I see his mask as he breaths out smoke, his armor is no tomb,
He wants this done as much as I,
but sends me back my doom.
So here I lay, no tears for me but that of earth and sky
the champion now dismounts his beast
and makes to where I lie.
Bravely fought he says to me, but now your life is mine.
It is a service I've done for you,
your pain and fear is gone from time.