The Wind arrives,
Pulling the reins of Storm’s chariot,
As a ruthless fall, everyone awaits.
To stomp the crippled,
As blood drizzles;
For a terrific battle, this arena awaits.
The Thunder arrives
In the cloak of Darkness
With sizzling eyes;
Hungry for blaring screams.
To burn the fallen,
And bury the forgotten;
To leave hair standing, The Lightning awaits.
The Hail arrives
On the back of Winter’s high horse
Through the ripples it brought
In the peace of The Sky.
To behold the Bastard,
Who dared to foster
A ray of infectious sunshine;
On this Grey Land, like a land mine.
Yet on the other side stands
An incomplete Masterpiece;
Leaning weak against The World’s ironies.
Awaiting the upcoming catastrophe
Lying beyond these flashing streaks.
And Time stands in between:
The Master of creation and forgotten memories,
Judging War’s destiny;
“…. Pride, or a Fallen Dream? “
-JAISMINE K.
I get Game of Thrones vibes from this haha. I like it!
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Lol…. I was going more for the roman wars held in the coliseum kind of thing, but now I see that GoT and that have an immense resemblance.
Glad you liked it, though. 🙂
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I like this
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Glad to hear that. 🙂
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