A Mini-Epic ' The Kingdom Trinity' Poem by mark anthony st. rose

He fears no mortal upon the shores,
the divine resonates within his pores.
Like Achilles he stands upon the hill,
ready to command his men at will.
Though his enemies attack sure he stands,
like the surrounding sea's strength of calm.
MANNING the gates with his stance,
Heaven reflects at his glance.
The noon appears though dark the sky,
dark mists descends darkness `ver nigh.
Get ready men! He bravely shouts,
echoes the valleys thereabouts.
' GLORY MEN! Glory! He quickly run,
to the enemies faces fear's shun.
His balisier shields glitters dim light,
as if to shield his men in flight.
The guardian express a new day's adversarial gate,
' THE GUARDIAN MEN! The guardian end his fate.'
Swords are drawn battle ensues,
as if to restore some hope the news.
Mortals to the ground falls Heaven's dismay,
he shouts, ' it didn't have to be this way! '
His hands reaches his face the bloody tear,
' Watch out sire! ' his men shout with care.
Balisier's shield quickly raise,
to shield the arrows in its haze.
With passion he runs fleet marries Brave,
as if the Kingdom Trinity to save.
Enemies surround him dark the cave,
he fights, utter ' The Kingdom Trinity to save.'
He dances like a warrior a mastered art,
as if untouchable or an immortal heart.
There a strange rumble within the sky,
men cold, shiver, tremble, know not why.
THE RISING SUN now emanates from the far west,
a false sun ghosts appear emboldened enemies chest.
Some of his men like morbid mortals falls,
now to God his passion desperately calls.
But unsure his voice is heard the screams,
the ravages of ghosts defeat all that seems.
Amidst the ROW - sees no LEE- way,
but bids his men stand strong this day.
For the evening sun is far from set,
so be our swords or courage yet.
'STAND STRONG MEN! Stand strong! ' He implores,
for these ghosts are mists of wind nothing more.
But from dark sun they seem incessantly to come,
like rain of spectres from the vast sky's dome.
Destruction their motive evil wild,
from the nether worlds the Devil's child.
SILVER THE FOX that leads the charge,
A WOMAN, A WOMAN supersedes the barrage.
The hero relentless still fights unmoved,
surrounded by red he finds his groove.
Like a true king with Heaven's sceptre,
one by one he vanquishes the spectre.
But around he looks seeing his men few,
to the sky then looks a peeping blue.
The great sky then broke a hand emerge,
Angels descend as if evil to purge.
In raiment soft but hard their cause,
with astonished gaze evil pause.
And the hero smiles with renewed strength,
for he knew his prayers went the length.
Now the angels unleach their cleansing vigour,
defeating the dark ghosts phantasmagoric figure.
And the rising sun quickly descends,
a new light as earth ever amends.
Now the hero stands amidst the field,
his shield to the ground his hands yield.
For a victory is won upon the hill,
like Achilles he stands unmoved still.



copyright by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.