Glory's Folly

A slow and steady beat , the rush of cold strums
Light humming courses the midnight summer air
A tantalizing gesture, the trumpets blare!
And the thousand anthems slowly thrum.

A sharp cry encases each kindred soul,
Their torched hearts sound as one.
The wailing and howling pierces a hole
A never ending melodic abyss that only yet begun.

A pain surges as each march slowly
The crunch and cringle of crushed parts
Iron twangs against iron as it gracefully darts
A superior sound it deems against glory’s folly.

A silent melody encloses as the foe’s time ends.
Only the drip of crimson liquid as the blade sings unashamed,
Shadowed entities’ gentle whispers as two souls are bound and chained.
The grave is dug awaiting one more, the one whose soul slowly expends.