Chris ~cliff~ Reichard

Angels of Hell: Prologue

Chris ~cliff~ Reichard is a poet that is heavily inspired by mythology, fantasy, and religious occult. He aims to create a modern epic in the vein of The Divine Comedy, The Iliad and The Odyssey, Beowulf, and Paradise Lost.






Forsaken Knowledge
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It was the golden age of knowledge;
It was the era of pyrite lies.
For all the feats and legends of man,
Faith marked their sullen demise.
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Many millennia of war and conflict
Waged to determine whom was right.
Civil nations forced to heel and crumble.
The cruelty of man measured in might.
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Victors skew facts in historical fiction.
Truths scarred by mere fallacy.
Damnation; control; a lust for power.
Bold intent delivered callously.
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If only Babel had never fractured,
Splitting tongues beyond reason or rhyme.
Erasing wards; ancient dialects;
Incantations lost to the sands of time.
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Thus was the will of celestial beings
To weaken forces that held them at bay.
Gods, and Demons, and Eldritch Terrors
Pulled their strings, made thralls obey.
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Not one religion bore all their answers,
Yet, to search them all they could have found
Enough to warn, to delay, prepare
For the arrival of those Hell bound.
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Raised from ruins, the tatters of time,
Drudged from the ages of heresy
An ancient order found too little too late
Texts of the final prophecy:
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'Fear ye all when crimson burns the night,
For the age of man shall meet its end.
Ebony rain falls from cloudless skies
Tears of their approach, the Horsemen.

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