The pious mercenary calling
Ivory halos bent and broken
Freedom, they were waging
With the price of lives stolen.
~faded tombstone inscription
~*~
The hooves came thundering one day, the pale blue horizon turned a foreboding scarlet
As four harbingers arrived, doing damage and causing War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death
The Ultimate Evil broke free from his fettered state, rose in power from the chains and ashes
The end was nigh, anarchy was high, until the skies opened up, and down flew the mercenaries
.
The immaculate mercenaries have come dawning upon our land today
Creating silent storms with their inexorable wings of pure liquid gold
Iridescent forms, fragile butterfly swords dipped in the blood of God
Legends from the end of a century troubadours failed to have foretold
.
Sheaths unravelling and suspended upon the silken strings of calling
Fundamental foundations on which this warring viridian planet o’er lay
For these cavalier soldiers fought and rallied against the stars falling
And saved restless cadavers from treason and potential further decay
.
Celestial hierarchy in motion, choirs of cherubim, seraphs, archangels
Sanctity of the war, exhibition like the clashing forces of moon and sun
White robed guardians arched in a delicate art of finesse, even in battle
Against the austerity of chthonic snarling demons, caliginous as they run
.
An empire of clattering bones and dripped silvery blood and carnage
Ashes choking the northeast breeze along with static crepuscular image
Stones cast whereupon heroes and kings once toasted glass in victory
The tainted lights of the sunset in a thousand days of a darkened glory
.
Holy weapons disintegrating the darkness, wield halos and hand grenades
Line after line of fiends are struck down, interlocked in a contrite parade
In the black and white of the opposed legions, thus occurred a stalemate
It seemed, for just a scintilla moment, that the better had won in this state
.
Yet when the eleventh hour struck, the stained battlefield was wrought
Half the army has gone to waste, and the other half left to fled for good
One survived, a lone figure in brutal combat, the shadows it still fought
Feathers plucked clean raining like hail, yet still, he relentlessly stood
.
Staring upon the paramount beast, standing drenched, shivering in turbid Stygian waters
Looking headlong into his glaring chaotic eyes, mocking, cackling, loathing splattered
A singular hope surged upon his severed veins, energy by grace of God’s dissemination
And with a last leap of faith and roar, he dashed past with broken wings to finish the book of revelation
.
The final frontier has been appended, and the end is a pyrrhic victory with irreparable losses
A defended vengeful side for an unknown singular cause, cost total obliteration to the masses
A valley of casualties lain like a tainted painting, from which artists dare not lay upon the canvas
With the sun burnt out, an frigid winter blanketed Gaia, and Elysium’s throne waited empty, alas!
.
Unsure of who gained the upper hand in this ordeal, a semblance of Heaven and Hell’s last swan song
In pace requiescat, a whisper carried by the last wind, bereft and morose, onto the gales forlorn and strong
And tet all that remains of this violent sordid affair is torn fragments of a yellowing parchment
Yet I tell this tale now, eulogy writ in my own quill and liquid; and I shall raise a glass, a spirit for the spirits
.
So lay a crimson rose in the graves of the bravest men, the fallen comrades, the stalwart mercenaries
Those loyal divine battalions who left paradise to purvey zealous souls against obstreperous enemies
Future hope woebegone, and may they rest in peace forevermore, for they have died, yet not completely in vain
I write this final epitaph for my beloved lost children, may their bold hearts ascend back to the kingdom of heaven once again.