Harbinger

Conflagrating miasma evinced
A shadowed spectre adorned in blood
Beckons righteous slaughter...
Awaiting the dusk to attack
Ashes congealed with sweat
Myopic divinations, coerce atrocities

Pendent upon a precipice
Beset by an ultimatum...
Victory or death

Acrid stench of rot, asphyxiates
Perceptions compromised
Charge forth from blood-mist, frenzied
Inexorable Templar's of death

Entropic force assailant
Surveying a kingdom or prey

Quintessence indomitable, overwhelm
Triumph forth on a maelstrom of devastation

Cold...
Steel...
Sinks into bone
Conflict as canon

The blood the warrior sheds
More divine than the rambling priest
Wiser that the ink of the philosopher

Aristocrats of dirt, consumed by blooded mist
Cornered, in narrow clay walls, the kingdom of the trench
Within this great arena, I lunge in determination
Over the corpses of my brothers, who fought tooth and nail