The Fall


Thirty thousand shields and swords
all glistening in Diana’s sweet light
await the order to destroy
the very breath of life
and just before the Great Apollo
lifts the veil of night
we rise up and deliver
a fatal strike to end the tyranny
we cut like knives on naked skin

We cut them

Rise up and follow me
Over the sea of enemies
They will never take away our home
We will not fall alone

Vulcan, forge the steel we need
to cut apart an army;
that we meet them at the Gates of Hell,
fight the beast and live to tell
is nothing short of you to do.

Pluto waits to welcome you,
that die before the dawn today.
I’ll be quickly on my way with
coins over both my eyes
that should come as no surprise,
overcome by Roman greed
death will come, but first we bleed

Rise up and follow me
Over the endless sea of enemies
Rise up with metal and bone
Some fall so far from home
They will never take away our home
We will not fall alone


About John Chronikal

John Chronikal is a blogger, storyteller, poet, artist, composer, and songwriter. He loves to drink bourbon and write things that make his poor grandmother cringe. He is a gigantic man –– his bear hugs can crush bones –– but he is a gentle giant. Give him bourbon and chocolate and he will be your bestest friend forever. View all posts by John Chronikal

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