Face the Void
Let the sirens sing and the drums set tempo -
Let the rhythm sheathe the veil upon your face.
Bring forth the tools of war.
From shackled minds you must let go,
Let the rhythm’s cadence set the stage,
For the sirens shall sing, while the drums set tempo.
The breath of dawn, I bestow.
To take life back, set forth new reign.
Come forth my tool of war.
Rows march as one, we lack not for ammo.
Against feigned priests of magic, and unearthly beasts,
Let the sirens scream and the drums march tempo.
The restoration of humanity, the mission you know.
The forests will burn, the rivers will tremble.
Come forth my tools of war.
As the moon aligns, true forms shall reveal
The fire lit aglow was started by you.
No sirens will sing and nor drums set tempo.
You are the tools of war.
©2017 Steve Deltanis All rights reserved
So this is the next poem in my book series... a battle hymn in dire times. Tis a variation of a villanelle and sets the stage for a particular scene quite vividly.
Make sure to catch up on all the poems I've released thus far!
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