Landed

Rose on glade of hate
The Roman spoke, intoned
An angry god awoke
A war of words livid
The dragon’s truth revealed
Breathing the fire of cannons
Peace is but a whisper
Heard in streets of revolt
A major rising of remorse
Insanity hears a new religion
The dying devils know no regret
Nothing dark bleeds so easily

Landed in pastures of love
The Grecian listened, uncrowned
A passive divinity asleep
An old tune serene
The worm’s uncovered lies
Exhaling the ice of conscience
War is a shout
Spoken to deaf ears
A minor setting of the sun
Reason speaks to no one new
The living angels believe in hope
Everything bright heals with peace