secons poem, jeez i get bored easily
Battle
There is a battle, out on the plains,
Where the gore crows fly,
The sound of clashing metal reins
Throughout the blood-red sky.
The screeches of the evil beasts roaring,
Gave a sickening jolt to the heart,
Then the white light of the bright sun dawning,
Made the bloodied men part.
Out of the clouds did the potent one soar,
His scaly hide shining bright,
The crackling flames that came out of his maw,
Showed much of his power and might.
He swooped down from the heavens high,
There was horror on every mans face,
For then they knew the end was nigh,
And t'was the last day for the human race.
The rest of the creatures joined in on the kill,
With a hungry glint to their eye,
For they knew that soon their bellies would fill,
And the human race would die.
Their icy claws racked,
Their pointed teeth clashed,
Their fire breath baked,
Their scaly tails thrashed.
The men fought hard,
But they could not win,
Their way was bared,
From the home of their kin.
There were many bodies
That littered the plains,
Then the crows descended,
And finished the remains.
The monsters had won
The fight for the land,
But maybe Adams son,
Had given them a hand…
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-Firesilk:D