A Series of Poems: The Sword of Hell
Posted By: (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher<email@example.com>
Date: 26 May 2006, 12:04 am
Death stood still among the hills of Hell
His arm outstreched with the Sword of Hell itself
His skull's jaw would smile, as it would tell
It then, around the sharp edges of his mouth
Screamed out a long war cry, to shake the Halls of Hell
As men and women poured out, their souls now earning their redemption...
The alien threat rampaged across the town of New York
Humans fought them across the streets and buildings
And then, with the loud sound of the popping of a cork
The Portal to Hell opened up, as the souls then took to the killings
Their souls screamed with a fury that shook the Halls of Heaven itself
And the alien menace knew that the Death Knell was close
The souls thrusted, scraped, even bit at the enemy
The enemy that plagued their one time home
And, with the clashing of the leafs of Tea
They killed them all, and earned their salvation.
And, the Hills of Hell were empty
But the Halls of Heaven were full of the redeemed...