Chronicle VIII
Chronicle VIII
The Trial
The earth had weathered circling winds and fire
She saw the plains with flood and quake reduced
But never had she witnessed such a sire
Who scoffed rebirth and spat on nature’s truce
He showed not signs of slowing or respite
And slaughtered men fell silent by the way
His path remained a desolate midnight
The wench and child left waiting for the day
A deep’ning pall drew o’er the land and seas
A veil of cinders drifted through the haze
The single landmarks left great lonely trees
Now blackened spears that only upwards gazed
Towards temple sacred now destruction aimed
Where judges render verdicts still unnamed
