The Silver Fleet
On sails of silver and of the purest white
The great arks of heaven descend from the light
The last fleet to sail into the forever night.
However the seas were rough amidst a damnable weather
That sought to corrupt and so crept hither.
The Heart of the Sun was fractured and broken
Now guarded in silver chests that if opened would awaken
A luminous sensation wrought by the very colours of creation
Of which is sought, by slaves of misery and damnation.
By dark clouds that bled darker
And macabre mists of ethereal laughter
Tenaciously are the chests sought after.
The fleet was split, and by waning light were they lit
Sailing across waters of blood and spit,
Illuminated only by the light of dead stars were they lit.
The obsidian Legions descend from the oceans of the sky
Born of Legions of Light twisted in the devils lie
Who now cannot fathom to deny
Their new master who dwells amidst the oceans of the sky.
The son of the Sun, who claims to have won, in that which cannot be undone
Who broke his fathers heart, whose devilish deeds are now forever sung
By those whom art undead, without breathe nor lung
Who sing of blasphemies that maketh undone.
The war brews, it continues in a darkness of a thousand hues
Copyright © John Arthur | Year Posted 2023
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