~~~~~~~~The Saved Ones~~~~~~~

The saved ones

You were seen flying!
You forgot to fear

remembering feelings

that may have

died

ago. 

You were seen dancing

you were saviors

Painting the hallways 

with projections

as the boat

passed by

one harbor 

to another.  

(So, what happens now?)

Infiltration accomplished
execution notices
dispatched

number system 

mainframe
On or Off
One or Zero

Departments of the realms
flurry hurry

Shiva overlooks
Satin coat
Smoke of night
Time is collapsed!

Now
soon enough.

Ever Now
The Great
Dance of Death

Begins.

No Exceptions.
No slaves taken.
All dispatched
closed in a cave
a Rocky
Mountain.
Blood
River.
Road.

 Things
core at evil.

Sold souls blatantly.
Complete disregard
of clear warnings
stay clear!
dont stray!
dont come out
from the ground!
you should not have
been
taking sheep as prey!

(so, what happens now?)

All in control. 

The Anti Christ mighTy.
 Four HorsemenApocalypse.

 
The wolf
prince of the woods
Lucifer of the Swords
took them in
Slash by Slash
by Slash...
 Their eternity of afterlife
Swallowed in enormity
A Black Hole
As the angels emerged
Leaving behind
their memories
darkness
of hurt and pain
in that
infinite space
defined by reverse gravity
infinite perdition
to who it belongs,
Satan
The Lord
REPTILIA!!!.

Return of Chiaroscuro Warriors

White wolves
Made of moon
howled lunatic moans
Night land cried,
Icy fur gleaming
Icicles shining in the grass
A dark earth
Carries the music far...

The eyes shine
Memories of the woods
A call for the spirits,
Beyond that land
where reality ends

Mysterious forest of the realms

Along a chiaroscuro path

Rides the horsemen four
of the apocalypse.

Tigers accompany them by bonfires

Birds of prey

Circle, above head

The hoot of an owl
The screech of a baaz
And the whispers of a snake.
whispers of a snake...

Trees shift shapes..

Come closer
Closer more
call all ancient waves.

...

The horsemen they share smoke and songs

And silent determination

How difficult 

and heartless

To be a merciless enemy.
This is what the foes have brought it down to,
heartlessness of the good, dire depletion
of gentle feelings, sad. 

Laden heaviness hangs aloft.

Dense.

These men here,
Rudra Tandava Pralaya Vairaba

Wizards of fate,
Without rest

Magicians of love and hate.

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse