The Conqueror.
Who beckoned the beast forward
Stirring within a darkness found
Covering the shadows of evolution
Where the sands do not fall
No inkling…
Lumbering forward he lurches
Westward on a destructive swath
Painful in staunch remorselessness
Devouring serenity unsparingly
Laughter echoes…
Obliterating all yet sparing life
Clawing over obsidian ranges
Shrouded rivers of flowing blood
No escaping or resisting
Manufactured divinity…
Crusading of envelopments plague
Unceasing war of casualties
Flawless insight
Perfectly executed battleplans
A losing victory…
Savvy smug accomplishment
Every birthright now victimized
Still among us obscuring eyes
Warring campaigns concluding
Destiny dissolved…
United we are peoples many
On a marble spinning as one
No flight from his warping grasp
They will come praising his name
Civilization…
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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