Wardrums

Hearken to the sound that rides upon the bitter wind

Deep within the gathering gloom

comes the sound of war and doom

Hearken and woe, grieve and despair

for the dogs of war are loosed again

The long forgotten pounding drum

bellows out in deafening din

Men of glory, men of honor, rush forthwith to your arms

Siren screaming, beguiling, calling sounding out all alarms

Man has set aside his mercy, cast off all his books of learning

Now shows through his thin veneer all his deepest, darkest yearnings

Rising now from in the ground, red eyes glowing, shrieking, howling

a scream that rents the tortured night

teeth a gnashing, spitting, growling,

Comes that man thought so long dead

haired and furred from foot to head

With a growl, uncaring shrug, nary a thought or realization

he casts off that cloak of civilization.

Man has risen to conquer again.

8 responses to “Wardrums

  1. i LIKE THIS POEM, WAR DRUMS. IT NEVER STOPS.

  2. FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!

  3. Reblogged this on Cmblake6's Weblog and commented:
    This is absolutely fantastic! It touched my heart. Touched it hell, it grabbed it with both hands and squeezed!

  4. Very well done, guard your thoughts.

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