Skip to content

The warrior

Deep from hells gates approach a warrior

Dressed in black armor, all the gorier

Strides slow and heavy, Heart Stopped

Breath slow and steady,


Ready to save this world from the hypocritical scrutiny

Of the heaven and hell, that plagues us all with stupidity

He rides among us, on his guided stead

Flame rising from its nose as it snarls  and feeds


And as the angels meet him at the gate

It’s feared that they came too late

For the earth is a battlefield for this ancient war

He raises his sword against the demons

The angels, and all who haunt this world


This rider is damnation, salvation,

the destruction of the world






Published inMain

Be First to Comment

Leave a Reply