The Addition:

Soon over-swelling this little pond’s banks,
the swiftly growing waters joined its ranks
with the encroaching river’s deadly edge,
thirsting to fill mortal lungs with its dregs.

Helpless, they lay as men already dead,
awestruck by the bolt passed over their heads.
Chilled tentacles of the rising currents
seek to bear them to final interments.

Groggily, the traitor’s thin limbs convulse,
the rising tide causing him the impulse.
Waters reaching his nose startles the cad.
He awakes in a frenzy like one mad.

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.

Soon over-swelling this little pond’s banks,
the swiftly growing waters joined its ranks
with the encroaching river’s deadly edge,
thirsting to fill mortal lungs with its dregs.

Helpless, they lay as men already dead,
awestruck by the bolt passed over their heads.
Chilled tentacles of the rising currents
seek to bear them to final interments.

Groggily, the traitor’s thin limbs convulse,
the rising tide causing him the impulse.
Waters reaching his nose startles the cad.
He awakes in a frenzy like one mad.