"Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
with the cross of Jesus going on before.
The royal Master, leads against the foe;
forward into battle see his banners go!"
Those Christian soldiers forged in dank chaos,
alabaster bones in the fiery glare.
Lonely they walk amongst tombs of their fellows,
diseased and decaying from decades before.
Hand in hateful hand they slouch forward,
beneath starless nights and the indifferent sun,
sorrowing the violated corpse of the abiding Earth
crusading ever on, while fear and fire spread.
That rising black smoke carried us far from here...
Visible but for an instant, hung in the air
before being poured away into frigid atmosphere.
Bleak and infernal winds shouldering the ash of their
late world into murky void.
Drawn from a dream. I like drawing scenes or characters that look like they belong to a story in an expanded universe, and if the picture doesn't do that by itself then I make sure to attach a poem to do the job. Which explains my melodramatic attachment... I guess if it means anything it's how I imagined the Crusades, the lust for death driving so many men forward. Burning the countryside as they went...
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