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
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2007
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