For Hao

[Fallenkezef]

For my favourite, banned troll as per his request.

Crimson kiss

I see the flames of her hate
Eyes burning like a ruby sun,
Her voice is cold and brittle
Each word a glass dagger.

There can be no peace
Beyond light's embrace,
Only eternal violence
Under the shadow's cloak.

Slaughter is her art
Death her immortal muse,
She dances a bloody ballet
Each strike a prayer for vengeance.

She wakes the wolf within
Howling under the moon's glow,
Singing her prayers of destruction
As she burns the world around her.

My village is ashes around me
My family reduced to corpses,
All that remains is hatred
Hers and now mine.

The fresh blood of my son
Streaked upon her ivory face,
She smiles in sadistic amusement
As I cry out for what is lost.

She glides towards me
Full of grace and beauty,
With a smile she calls out to me
"No kiss for your daughter?"

HMS Thunderchild

They came from the stars
Beasts of venom and wrath,
Weapons of molten heat
Struck down man, woman and child.

Europe quaked in fear
The Americas surrendered,
Yet Britannia stood firm
The empire rose to the challenge.

"Deploy the sky fleet!"
Victoria did give command,
From the hangers of Scapa Flow
The navy ascended to battle.

Thunderchild led the squadrons
Flagship of a proud nation,
Her guns gave noble voice
To England's rightous rage.

The war was fought
At a hundred thousand feet,
Our ironclads and frigates
Dueled the martian machines.

Thousands gave their lives
As our ships slowly died,
Their aetherium hearts sundered
By the enemy's volcanic cannon.

Yet Thunderchild broke through
Her armour flowing like water,
Her mighty guns never tired
Sending green fiends to their death.

A spearhead of British steel
The Albion blade of justice,
Plunged deep into the sickly heart
Of the alien's vast armada.

With a blinding flash
Of purifying, angelic light,
Her mighty heart detonated,
And cleansed the heavens above.

Having lost their flagship
The invaders fled in terror,
They lost nine vessels out of ten
As we chased them from our skies.

The fleet returned
To a nation free once more,
Monuments raised in gratitude
To the courage of HMS Thunderchild.

The war never ends

They said the war was over
That we could all go home,
But the fighting didn't stop
No matter where I go.

I can't stay still
Can't control the rage,
My head is ready to blow
Lying awake all night.

I want hit something
Putting holes in the wall,
The only damn thing I feel
Is anger and frustration.

Crossing the street
I dive behind cover,
Making a cup of tea
I smell the blood.

Nobody can understand
What I feel inside,
The pain and the confusion
Am I here or am I there?

My wife is scared of me
After a decade together,
She doesn't know who I am
I'm a stranger to them all.

When I close my eyes
I can see the dead,
A thousand miles away
On a bloody foreign field.

The past becomes the present
Reality and dreams collide,
I'm slowly going insane
Trapped within my own mind.

Tears for the fallen

I watch her weep for me
In the shadows of the night,
I listen to her cry for me
In the silence of the night.

Long ago they fought
The great war in heaven,
A conflict that broke their hearts
And shattered their souls.

Once she was pure
A virtuous being of light,
Now she is a creature of darkness
Fallen so very low.

They share this world with us
Living in the shadows,
They watch and listen
As we destroy ourselves.

They fought so hard for freedom
To watch us give it away,
They fell for their beliefs
To watch us throw ours away.

What do we know of sorrow
Can we really understand pain?
Compared to these angels
Who lost more than we can know.

Once they sang in heaven's choir
The music of the spheres,
Their voices moved creation
And gave birth to our world.

That pure harmony is lost
A bitter and forgotten memory,
Damned to an existence of pain
For the crime of free will.

Forced to watch as we follow
Falling from eternal grace,
An echo of their fate
Replayed each generation.

I feel her gaze upon me
A sadness words can not describe,
I feel her tears upon my skin
Bathing me in wordless grief.

As we tear down the walls
Of sanity and compassion,
Building twisted castles
Of suffering and despair.

As we march into darkness
Embracing hate and war,
We follow in the footsteps
Of the fallen angels.

I watch her weep for me
As I damn my very soul,
I listen to her cry for me
As I embrace her fate.

The :| and ruin of angels

Milton wrote of the great war
In which angels did battle,
He had a singular vision
That has always inspired me.

In my waking sleep
I have seen such horror,
The :| and ruin of angels
Prophecy or history?

Imagine beings of perfection
Sublime and beyond description,
Their song the sweetest of choirs
Bringing forth creation with music.

The human heart aches to behold
Such wonders meant not for mortal eyes,
A pure and blinding beauty
Bathed in the soft glow of divinity.

I have seen their alabaster skin
Ravaged and defiled by conflict,
Heavenly voices screaming
As their very souls are torn asunder

Once proud figures of divine wonder
Impaled upon spears of flame,
My mind is almost lost to me
As I face these visions of despair.

How can I describe such sights?
The face of hatred upon angelic features,
Battle cries mixed with wounded screams
As some call for Lucifer and others name Michael.

Only when silence has bathed the field
Does the final tragedy unfold,
The fallen are cast into darkness
And the victors return to elysium.

My attention is drawn to the dead
As they seem to move with new life,
Only to find to my disgust
That they have become food for carrion.

Ravens remove emerald eyes
From beatific faces,
Rats carve new burrows
Within the wounds of the slain.

I call out in horror and despair
Lashing out at these wretched creatures,
But the vermin are too many
Their banquet beyond compare.

[ragafury]

that's also a TL;DR

[Sophia]

"The :| and ruin of angels" that was my fav, cheers for sharing mate !