Poem: Facing Death

The Addition:

The bright flashing pillars with wild sparks
jumping through the air in dazzling arcs
before them raged in twisted turmoil,
and cleaved the drowned earth, tearing up the soil.

Its voice was too loud for the five to hear,
the tones causing blood to pour from their ears.
Dizzily collapsing into the mud,
they sank into the quickly rising flood.

The four monks, next to the single traitor,
lay supine by the freshly made crater.
The cavity, dug by the lightning’s wrath,
became the swirling center of a bath.

The Poem so far:

I. The Sacrifice

II. The Rebel’s Council

III. The Battle

The bright flashing pillars with wild sparks
jumping through the air in dazzling arcs
before them raged in twisted turmoil,
and cleaved the drowned earth, tearing up the soil.

Its voice was too loud for the five to hear,
the tones causing blood to pour from their ears.
Dizzily collapsing into the mud,
they sank into the quickly rising flood.

The four monks, next to the single traitor,
lay supine by the freshly made crater.
The cavity, dug by the lightning’s wrath,
became the swirling center of a bath.

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