Poem:The Final Drop of BLood

satinsoven

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I might not be as good as whoever does poetry around here(deadskull drummer, i think)but this is the version i submitted to my school's sussex county poetry contest. i don't think it will win, but i thought i should share it with you people because win or lose I might make more of these.


THE FINAL DROP OF BLOOD
It was once said that the chaos this age of warriors caused would lead to the acopalypse.
The cloudy fogs of death are slowly approaching
they swirl as mists, rolling over the canyons and purgatory ridden battlefields
They collect the evil and brute
The warriors of the orthodox charge across the lands
And the more chaotic terrorists of the dark arts polish off their last deer carcass as they prepare for the coming war.
And when the two forces collide
Bloodshed will condense in the air
Dismembered innards will splatter against the rocks
And sparks will fly.
this is the final match between good and evil.
The Last Judgement is upon us.

Pain and agony are slowly rising
Faces form, floating in and out of our minds
They stay as the only relics of the inescapable guilt of the past
One time friends are miles away
It's lonely with nothing but the rain pattering outside
and nothing for company but painful memories.
It should have been forseen
We had so many opportunities
my cold hand is slipping away
and every individual sinks into the darkness
It engulfs us
Like some kind of poisenous pus.
So many mistakes we made
And if I wasn't so preoccupied
Trying to stay afloat in this lake of pain
I'd say we brung this onto ourselves
It's much too late to attone.
Know why? Cause' the end is already here...

Bolts of light will strike the Trident of the Devil.
The shinai and the broadsword will remain locked in a bitter bout for survival

it has begun.
the modern planet we have come to love has seen it's violent finish.

In the days of brutal combat
There will be no apologies
Old hatreds will remain unforgiven.
There will be no mercy
There will be no acceptance
There will only be anarchy
The blade and wood remain fused as one in their flury of fury.
Rock and stone crumble beneath the flames and the bruises of the war hammer.

And at the very Brink of hell unleased,
The great leaders and gods will become fossils
Bodies will tumble through the air
Flesh and bone will fight steel and iron
thunder will slip through the flames

The Decaying zombie versus the dark hand of the sorcerer
Scales and tails versus hair and nails
Two eyes locking gazes as the other bounces off the ground
Hands close around a cracking skull
Necks crick into coils as they snap
Spines wrinkle as they are yanked from their bodies.
And each death brings this deadly fight no closer to a finish
For each body that crunches onto the floor
The end is no nearer in sight.


And when the smoke clears...
Our once peaceful modern world will be...
a barren wasteland of shambles and pools of red.
This is ...the final confrontation
This is...Armageddon.
This is.... The Final Drop of Blood.


Inspirations for this were-
Edgar Allen's The Raven
MKA intros.
my own head
Three Days Grace
Dan Sharren's "Sons of Destiny".
The poem is based on the mka story, but I wrote it as the end of the modern earth as a result of religous, scientific, and political global conflicts. When i wrote this, I chose words that described the plot of MKA, but I was thinking of a world where part of the "end" is mental guilt, because we caused the end through all of our human nature shortcomings.
 
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