the God of War

[Luzifer]

The plain is laid out in array
The hushed wind has naught to say
Upon it a lone wolf bays
Dying in the moonlit day
And with its howl will fangs pray
To the God of War

Scarlet masters of the land
Clutching weapons close in hand
Yet so many grains of sand
Take to voice like none now can
And in a voice now lost to man
Love the God of War

In the fires dying rumble
Upon the ashes resolve shall crumble
And with the winds solemn mumble
Take the holy altars tumble
Into the furnace with hands that fumble
For the God of War

Crying shouts of mothers gifts
Silently now through the rifts
In time and home and battle shifts
Make lonely the bastards riffs
Strumming his dark guitar and lifts
Up the God of War

The silence breaks up the ground
And silence continues to resound
And gives the quiet earth its crown
Of crimson it in battle found
And bodies lay with out a sound
In praise of the God of War

Now bodies lying in the sun
Brought by those who think of one
Quietly and all but dumb
Amidst them playing cockroach run
And vultures they are having fun
And praise the God of War

[Middy]

Every poem of yours I read I come to like the syle more and more. This is a great poem!!! I will have to go read a few poems from your website!!