An Invocation Of Angels

The Devil will have his day
some, may argue he's had
quite a few

The harp strings shall pluck
once more, lest, it will be
the demons that we answer for

Many mythologies speak of such a
final act…the Norse call it Ragnarok
where the wolf devours Odin, the
leader of their Gods

For Catholics, as the beasts walk the streets,
the devout should keep their windows closed
until the howling stops, and a light breaks out,
filling the sky with a blinding warmth, where,
once sight's regained, Mary will be, standing tall
above this brilliant day, as the serpent's skull
is crushed beneath the might of our Mother's foot

These are but two, of the many, possibilities,
all illustrating the same thing, an ending that begets
a beginning new

But until such time
our world produces
scars quite deep,
purging hell unto our
streets, devouring the
innocent and raising the
dead

Demons crawl the horizon line,
blocking out the sun and sky,
yet
today…I've invoked
the Angels to fly, to
soar fierce and stave
out these devils, until
it's time for the
end of games

The Junkyard of Tartarus

Every area and/or region has their junkyards.  The same can be said for realms and/universes.  Of course there is no way to prove that statement, but theres also no way to disprove it either.

For this piece I started with this premise.  And thought to myself, what would the junkyard in a place like Tartarus look like, and this piece was the culmination of the exercise.

The Ballad of the Celestial Avenger

There's a war
between
angels and demons-
a war like none other-
no one is safe
all will fall victim

But time
annoyed two
A lesser devil
and a lesser god

Join they would
not out of love-
but to breed

To breed a
hero, with
the strengths
of both

A child that
must be hid-
to earth he would go
there he would grow

Until the day
he came of age
ascend he would
into the fray
even though
he knew not
what he should, what he could

But up high,
beyond mortal sight
The boy would stand
on the battlefield

And there
time would cease
blades would freeze
fires end

remain they would
and there he would stay
until the heavens
and the hades
decide to stop

Until a truce is called-
A stalemate sent to
cease the senseless blood that's spent-
In the sky
In the stars
Trickling animosity
blanketing
all the universe below.

Beside the Hall of the Ancients