Blood Red
The stench of blood so thick you could taste it
Raivel swallowed hard amongst the slashed
corpses of terrified souls littering the field
A harvest of death gleams and sparkles
as the crimson dripped from his swords edge
Duty is duty, never question, everyone dies
Untangle the mortal souls that clutch the earth
of their graves. Send them to the gods...
Raivel was half divine but pure evil
numb from life, dark inside
His eyes slits of glowing hate,
Only fully opened when he killed
with a bosterious laughter of doom.
Raivel was created for the kill
Killing all, good or bad, young or old
ugly or beautiful, dead was dead
Death was his wages for his being
and he was always paid in full
Demon perhaps, Vengeance not quite
Justice? who amongst humans can judge the gods
His face was void, only devil eyes and open mouth
of laughter. Mercy never, emotionless but beautiful
in a haunting ballad of slaughter.
All who saw him fell and trembled
All who fled impaled on his spear
There was no where to hide
Only time to die
Prayers to the gods who sent him
mocked the very existence of his being.
Was Raivel sent to perish the human race
were the gods tired of disappointment
or was slaughter morbid enjoyment
Fire from the sky would cleanse the mounds of dead
flames licking away until the smoldering ashes
blown into the wind would darken the sky
and fore warn others of their fate.
On the Field of Jade, earth's perfection
of grace and beauty
Raivel kneeled a wash in the splatters of blood red
His back towards the dead polluting this sacred place.
Raivel stood and open his eyes and screamed the pain
of millions of butcher souls. He swung his mighty sword into
heaven to pierce the bellies of the gods.
No more my lords, no more...
A shiver of mist blanketed the earth as soft raindrops cried
upon the land. Raivel his open eyes full blood red shed a single tear
as he combusted from within shooting flames of hell so high
the ashes of heaven buried the dead.
Time has passed, legends are born
little children be good or Raivel will slay us all
And people to this day still visit the wonderful
Field of Jade where roses bloom full and heavy
colored deep in the hue of Blood Red.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2019
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