Published October 9, 2011
1.
A colossal cloud looms in the horizon,
It’s chaotic, smokey darkness promising a dawn of peaceful night.
The silver acid that rains down from it’s womb
sizzles as it gnaws on the walls of the forts and castles.
The howls of the guns and cannons echo louder than the thunder
as the chains of their hypnotic control finally break away.
The raindrops wash away the scarlet, stinking soil;
It’s time that the trees taste water instead of blood.
2.
A ferocious inferno engulfs the globe,
It’s fiery arms chocking the barrels of the tanks.
The heat melts away the metallic skin of the nuclear demons,
Their bodies swallowed whole by the flames inside their hearts.
The tentacles of the burning pyre
scavenges and feeds upon the guns and the gas masks.
The inferno reaches for the pages of history,
Incinerating the faces of Hitler and every other prophet that blinded the world with their hate.
And in the end, only two words are left behind as the fire extinguishes --
Never Again.
3.
A procession of kings with golden crowns
Walk towards the gigantic pit;
In their hands they clasp a piece of their lands.
When the Sun rises and the clock strikes twelve,
The kings fill the pit with the soil in their fists.
And the golden rays from the sky stir the seeds
Which have lied dormant for centuries.
The Earth trembles as the seeds sprout,
The trees pushing through the depths of the land, seeking freedom.
When the forest finally emerges, there is laughter;
The children who earlier nibbled on the border walls,
Now feasted upon the apples and grapes.
4.
The gates of the dungeon have been demolished,
The light of the moon invades the darkness,
Burning away the ancient monster with it’s golden, flaming sword.
Millions lie sprawled on the floor,
Their skins infested with spiders and maggots.
Their slumber breaks after a thousand years,
Their eyes burn with the morning flames.
They wear masks of vivid colors,
Their faces suffocating under the musty beings.
Scarlett threads sew the lips of the prisoners,
Even their tongues have now given up hope.
But as the night begins to die
and the second day of freedom is stirred in it’s cradle,
The masks begin to crumble
and the Scarlet threads are cut.
The ungagged jaws now open wide and the throats begin to roar,
The mountains shudder and the skies crack as one word reverberates in all it’s glory --
PEACE.
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You have a lot of good imagery and figurative language, but you keep using "it's" where you mean "its."
You MIGHT mean "it is" here, but I took it as possessive, so you need to make the change."It's" is the contraction of "it is."
"Its" is possessive.
Here are all the places in which you used the wrong form:
There was one spot where you correctly used "it's," so I left that alone and didn't put it here.
~Blue
This is very powerful! You used sensory details to the fullest and that made it all the greater! At times it was a little hard to fallow but other than that it was very well written! Keep at it!