Hope’s Hollow – Part 21

A great battle looms, echoed death booms;
A swirling tsunami of souls burns in plumes.

Hope’s Hollow – Part 20

This will not do!
She’s been born anew

We are gods of the world we accept

My crown, I’m adorned,
To be queen of your pain;
Wear your skin that I’ve flain.

That red violent day, killed those in their way;
The Order crusades, hunts those who won’t pray.

A grim procession parades; a toll must be paid
For the soul of a victim that could not have been saved.

Pan finally awakens as the buds of spring burst;
Though too late to save our sweet warrior being cursed?

This earth, this home we’ve manned
With all the care of abusive lover

Driven underfoot as they point and they shoot,
As they vilify and deify, hatred takes root.

Heathens all, whose skin is browned;
Children, caged, won’t make a sound.