Day of Fire

I lost my light amid the bombs

Mage cove lay torn, afire and red.

A sun prince wailed, I saw bones rot

Dark steel fangs dined on pulp of kings.

The foul Zorg rose as fake man tribes

to scourge a realm God won for truth.

Project Zorg

Maux hack deep thought; King Ni sweats blood

Rays burn a code on heart and brow.

The Nool swipe keys; Rex tongue is Mor

Iron tail fangs pound; a bomb hulk rears.

Huge dart paws fire; cone heads brim gas

The Zorg fiend snarls: “I crave man flesh!”

THE ZOID LAB

Rays guide a queen to realms of pangs
The zero witch mocks; her words bring trance.
MEM labs core Deva; iron screws grip steel
that forms a Zoid when bones are mashed.
As cryo pods numb the souls of grace
Mal shrieks and chants to rouse dead fires.
The Robo slave fumes; her one eye whirls
God's earth is racked; men serve Zoid law.

MEM: Man Eradication Machine

The Aspergerational Poet

Here is a link to my poetry video The Aspergerational Poet which promotes my poetry collection, Lyrical Musings.

https://youtu.be/y36_VnytG-8

WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 2)

In trance I hail a son of light

Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake.

Vile, grey men seize his box long prized

to drift in time and rouse The Beast.

Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels

a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace

runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves

A wolf pack snarls; it rends the saint.

Blood spurts on fiends who melt and froth

Wan elves cast herbs; the marred box glints.

God's pure lamb soars; a fairy choir guides

the orb of dusk to weave his cross

Hymns fade wet pulp and holy scent wafts.

WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 1)

In trance I hail a son of light

Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake.

Vile, grey men seize his box long prized

to drift in time and rouse The Beast.

Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels

a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace

runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves

A wolf pack snarls; it rends the saint.

ELDERS OF THE LIGHT

A ruby lord bows; his gilt cross whirs

to guide his realm that dwells in skies.

Mares part grey cloud; spires drift on wings

Man hails deep trance as domes kiss earth

and tribes of power choose hearts for light.

The holy sage carves a globe from pines

it pours rare salt by work of nymphs

who cure old pangs with dark, sweet grains.

A dog rose bleeds; thorns fall on palms

to aid the meek who face red storms.