War of the Orb

by Shaun Lawton

for Greg Davis

                                      art by Prince Satyrn




Before our empire's crest of cracks spread out
The grinning armies crooked boned await
With dreams of glory blind and blissful shout
The troops of light stand tall to face the great
Night's iron sledge drops hard on the anvil
Of day as walls of fools advance with shields
Stars disintegrate to dance with evil
Fueling fury of frozen eyes that yields
No quarter to the flaxen rows of fear
Swords fall to the ground, golden soldiers frown
Dulled blades rust and goad the gruesome foe's leer
Fresh corpses feed the grasses turning brown
The living fight and drown; the moral here
To prove the dead must gain new souls each round

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