Defeat

A bottomless pit no light steep fright,

Devil spit reap sorrow in spite,

Jagged strings hung as puppets,

Hollow trumpets hark subjects,

Calling forth evil in all forms,

Scorn filled storms rape and swarm,

Locust infest the flesh success,

Unless the taint seems submerge,

Poetic dirge pillage and purge,

Drain to decay of dismal surge,

Gaping gash so ghastly and vast,

The tear of despair broken mast,

Ghost ship approach bare coast,

Asylum from all who fear the most,

The ocean is dry the land aflame,

A sky has fallen the hero is slain,

Blood stained soil whose to blame,

Those that fought those that came,

Those who died were not in vain,

For the bitter defeat tastes sour,

Riddled corpses clinging for power,

The tower of dread failed to fall,

My body grows cold slain mortal maul,

I would rather be dead than not fight at all