I guess you could say this is a sequel/prequel/whatever to my other poem in this fandom, "Darkness Waits," which was posted on 10-15-04. I wrote this during a session of poetry tag, which is kind of like real tag, only with writing. You get a topic, you write an improv poem on that topic, you tag someone else with a new topic. Usually each turn is less than 5 minutes.
Anyway... onto the poem!
The Time of Insanity
Blood falls, a steady viscous drip,
As metal cleanly slices living flesh.
Lightening flashes, nature's strobe lights
Revealing a scene worthy of the
Deepest circles of Hell.
Thunder booms across roiling skies:
The Gods themselves protesting
The folly of the Human race.
In the middle of a battlefield,
The ground muddy with dirt and blood,
Metal clashes and rings,
The noice accentuated by rage-and-pain-filled cries.
Eyes narrow and deepen as they lose
The thin façade of civility in the faces
Of monsters unleashed from their souls.
This is the time: the end, the beginning.
Everything we were is stripped from our bones
And everything we can be is shadowed by insanity.