Riders of Fire

Riders of Fire

A Poem by S.F

Amid the ruins of bone and flesh

Burned the land with lusty vengeance

Churning those who rose to fight

Their swords a beauty in the glimmering light

 

Crimson light, crimson light

That of destructive might

Trailed by the enemy of life

The darkness that shall never subside

 

Tribes of fire, tribes of fire

Set free by those of bloody dire

Eating at the flesh of their brothers

Screams and wails cover the night


Hearts of steel, hearts of light

Desolation falls when both collide

Daggers of treachery, swords of might

Stabbing at each other to win the fight

 

Rivers of blood, air of ashes

The sky cries on the land that bashes

Grey clouds, rain of acid

As the fight is rising to its plight

 

Fire twirls, fire twirls

As its enemies hold its reins

Together they moil, together they moil

Those who drank sweet their blood

 

Beasts of fire, riders of glory

Their watching crowd shall write their story

For warriors set out to make history

While cowards stay back and write their mystery

 

Fire of victory, fire of victory

The riders of fire watch with pride

As the sky explodes with the remaining light

In the dark land of the burning night.

© 2014 S.F


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wars....just cant understand what leads to them...we kill each other only to c blood...a color that is same as ours..than we celebrate it..as if its the only thing we ever wanted..Riders of Fire is beautifully written..i liked ur way of writing it..:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


S.F

9 Years Ago

I can't agree with you more. And thank you! It's always nice to hear your opinion :)
Nice meaning! Keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago


S.F

9 Years Ago

Thanks Emily!

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Added on July 18, 2014
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Tags: Fire, Riders, War, destruction

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S.F

Alexandira, AL



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