Turnips Bleed Fire

I write em. You describe em.

Turnips bleed fire and it spreads through the shire

And smoke piles up higher than nightfall

Wise men with gray beards spit light the day hears

And proud dead ride the time waves to Heaven

 

Sleep well in your hole, stark naked and cold

You freakish dark troll, with your madness

Awaiting the chance for crushing advance

On heroes with skin worn like glory

 

Taste of warm blood like hot honey mud

That thuds in the hearts of the mighty

Make stew from the dead and stake up their heads

To shoot fear in the eyes of their kinsmen

 

Raise up the beasts from the earth now to feast

On pieces of life in the melee.

Savage and man; paws and claws versus hands

Collide like hot planets and shatter

 

 

This is no holy war, just talons and swords

For the sake of dominion and conquest

For passionate hate and pain it creates

For what’s different always breathes evil

 

Now the blood of the dead paints green fields red

It was shed in the greatest of battles

But ghosts can not share the spoils and fare

That drip from the chins of the living

 

Demons prowl deep for what angels won’t keep

In the corpses that sleep now and ever

Flames in their eyes like stars in the sky

Light up the black night like volcanoes

 

Turnips bleed fire and it spreads through the shire

And smoke piles up higher than nightfall

Wise men with gray beards spit light the day hears

And proud dead ride the time waves to Heaven

Reviews

The use of similes and metaphors is great, and the title really caught my attention.

One of my favorite lines:
"Taste of warm blood like hot honey mud"

Good one.

[lorrainelobotomy]

i love this, the imagery is fantastic.
:)