The End


Forlorn they cry where shadows lie
And husbands leave the home
Sons and brothers, uncles and fathers,
Across a dead land roam

Skies of black above their backs
Shoulders hunched by woe
A weary tred as legions head
To face the tyrant foe

For rest they yearn while fires burn
Beacons on the horizon
Terror signs of evil times
And shadow hordes arising

A shifting cloak of boiling smoke
An acrid rotting smell
Hid beasts of death with poisonous breath
Eyes lit with fires of hell

Face to face with weapons raised
In a land gone black with blight
Brave men roared when arrows soared
Shadows called delight

On that field did no man yield
Each and all were slain
The shadow hordes and Midnight Lords
Marched on to bloody reign

©Aarron Mondello 29/7/2018

The Turncoat Soldiers

By Aarron Mondello

The golden sun finally rises over the bloody field
A battle raging all night long, neither side did yield
It slowly climbs the sky, and lights what men have wrought
Death and destruction, countless lives laid down for naught
While leagues away in great halls other “men” sit safe
While those that fall at the word of a king bare that monarchs chain
Heavy are the iron links that bid the puppets fight
Then in the eyes of many flares a rebellious light
They bury their dead, collect their weapons and turn tired to home
In their minds and hearts they’re tearing down halls of golden bone
And casting down to the dusty ground the body of a coward King
Who sat aside while others died and bade the minstrels sing
Of the brave hearts he sent to die for crown and kith and kin
The soldiers March
Towards the sovereign heart
To behead the serpent king

©Aarron Mondello
Penned 11/2/2018

Heroically Dead Deeds

By Aarron Mondello


Ten days and nights
The battle raged on
A battle of which
Minstrels made songs
Telling the deeds
Of the heroically dead
Leaving out details
Of fear and death
Glorifying glamorising
The horrors of war
Convincing the gullible
That in death there is honour
But no honour can be found
In soiling ones pants
In the final split second
Before a killing blow lands
Can you have pride
In taking a life
Stealing a husband and father
From children and wife
Will you manage to forget
The many deaths at your feet
Or will the ghosts of the slain
Haunt you in sleep
An eye for an eye
Will leave the world blind
But those rich in power
Really don’t mind
If the world at large
Can no longer see
Anything except
Heroically dead deeds.

© Aarron Mondello2017

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