a billion eyes stare from the mud
in death, so cold and clear,
to see a feast, if see they could,
on a table set so near
with shout and fire and blade they rise,
like grey wolves coarsely growling;
beating shield and shaft beneath the skies
of the sword so swiftly prowling
in fury and flame abreast they come
like a tide of fire and sable
to take the sword and bring it home
and slay if they are able
the night is lost in flashing steel
wet now with blood and tears
so does death roar it's ghostly peal
in gaping flesh and shattered spear
the raven barks as darkness comes
black beak dripping red
feasting on the once mighty ones
who now lay cold stone dead.......
Rev 19:17 And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God;
Rev 19:18 That ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.
Rev 19:19 And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse, and against his army.
