From the Rising Sea
From the Rising Sea
From the rising sea strolled the fiend,
A male serpent of solemn might.
A manifestation of night,
Scales, remnants of wings convened.
Children were no longer portals,
The feast must be a regions fate.
Time for a purge of God's mortals,
Swollen, their desires, innate.
The boiling war of forlorn horns,
Linger on the vengeful brows.
Realm’s will all fall, when mankind mourns,
Peace comes with a million bows.
Copyright © Ferris Jones | Year Posted 2020
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