By: Chapati Posted on: October 29, 2004
The Circle
Mithraea, over the horizon east
Banishing dark, tool of priest;
Far below, the earth alights:
Two armies, standing, gath'ring might.
No creature below show signs of life,
For never-ending, is human strife.
The plains below are dry and dead,
Caked with blood, violence, red.
Mithraea shining overhead
Ashtan armies all but dead.
Shallam now exclaims, "We've won!"
Thinking they that all is done.
Mithraea over the horizon west
Sett'ling in her nightly nest
Evil reaches Shallam's gate,
It is sealed: Shallam's fate.
Twilight owns the nightly realm;
Once a city: now is hell.
Ashtan now exclaims, "We've won!"
Thinking they that all is done.
Mithraea over the horizon east
Banishing dark, tool of priest;
All around, like a girdle
Never-ending, is the circle.