War with Gog and Magog

[R.C. KITCHENS]

There are skeletons
ivory there color and pitted with time
Sun beating down upon,
The valor and lunacy of -
hallucinations pay no attention
There are moments
They resemble delirium
Sky is spiraling round like coliseum pillars
Smells of wild blood and sweat infuse
No one yells aloud
Is there life in the lone place?
water; Is there a God?

Rows of wheat and lavender filled the green
bottom before, east of here
If there? or was it too an illusion
allegiences were taken and with those of high regard
all of them in fluent expression
seems only a short time ago the suds spewed
over the glass and laughter was coherent

Steps make trails and leave shadows to follow
Oh how I thirst
There once was an army of peasants with
swords and wooden shields,
spears fashioned from eucalyptus branch
scarlet there battle attire, ready to kill
the giants of men and there Gods

It was the end when those with burning lances
stride mightily on there horses
Fire as a scourge, Blades as a whip to the flesh
If not for the storm we would all be dead
The fire on there lances burnt out and so there
blades were cast heavy
Horses weary and ready to stand stead

Escape was by foot and through Ares
If retreat was yet time to reclaim focus
and so to return to war

How I come to the end of soil and there unto sand
where ever I stare no man stand
It cannot be for truth, there be no end
if lost

Second edit:::

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The valor and lunacy of the sun beating down
upon ivory bones
There are moments of hallucinations
They resemble delirium
Sky is spiraling round like coliseum pillars
Smells of wild blood and sweat infuse
No one yells aloud
Is there life in this lone place?
water; Is there a God?

Rows of wheat and lavender filled the green
bottom before, It was east of here
If there? or was it too an illusion
pleasantries were taken with those of high regard
all of them in fluent expression
seems only a short time ago the suds spewed
over the glass and laughter was coherent

Oh how I thirst
Steps make trails and leave shadows to follow
There once was an army of peasants with
swords and wooden shields,
spears fashioned from eucalyptus branch
scarlet there battle attire, ready to kill
the giants of men and there Gods

Those men with burning lances strode mightily on there horses
Fire as a scourge, Blades as a whip to the flesh
If not for the storm we would all be dead
The fire on there lances burnt out and so there
blades were cast heavy
Horses weary and ready to stand steady

Escape was by foot and through Ares
If retreat was yet time to reclaim focus
and so to return to war

How I come to the end of soil and there unto sand
where ever I stare no man stand
It cannot be for truth, there be no end
if lost in this barren land

Step by step I go further into her clutches
seeking for refuge only to find the land is void
I must return to Azazel with report
She will want to know of the war and what
come after her kingdom to be
lo she is a princess, her youth as virgin soil
to young to be queen
yet the time is coming where her mother
will pass and she will rule Alexándreia

It was the armies of Gog and Magog which
invaded
Their reasoning unknown to our people
It must be the fertile soils they seek
among us or our golden images

The sun shines brighter and I lose
my thoughts to this place and reclaim
them with sudden course

It is the dessert I must get out of now
and Azazel is my quest if I will find her
Tedius will be with her speaking of things
and telling her that none will return from
the ordeal

"to be continued"

[thislimeismine]

There are skeletons
ivory there color and pitted with time (their?)
Sun beating down upon,
The valor and lunacy of -
hallucinations pay no attention I don't get this line.
There are moments
They resemble delirium
Sky is spiraling round like coliseum pillars
Smells of wild blood and sweat infuse
No one yells aloud
Is there life in the lone place?
water; Is there a God?

Rows of wheat and lavender filled the green
bottom before, east of here
If there? or was it too an illusion
allegiences were taken and with those of high regard
all of them in fluent expression
seems only a short time ago the suds spewed
over the glass and laughter was coherent

Steps make trails and leave shadows to follow
Oh how I thirst
There once was an army of peasants with
swords and wooden shields,
spears fashioned from eucalyptus branch
scarlet there battle attire, ready to kill (their?)
the giants of men and there Gods

It was the end when those with burning lances
stride mightily on there horses (strode?)
Fire as a scourge, Blades as a whip to the flesh
If not for the storm we would all be dead
The fire on there lances burnt out and so there(their?)
blades were cast heavy
Horses weary and ready to stand stead(y?)

Escape was by foot and through Ares
If retreat was yet time to reclaim focus
and so to return to war

How I come to the end of soil and there unto sand
where ever I stare no man stand
It cannot be for truth, there be no end
if lost I have no idea what this means.

I like the description, but am unsure of the direction. Does the last stanza return to the first? Maybe the second to last stanza should be fleshed out more.

[MissKiss]

i think this is an excellent start. you have excellent imagery and vocabulary. a few spelling and grammatical errors but overall impressive. but this piece lacks a central theme to tie it all together. i'm not sure i follow the flow of this poem or really a central emotion, bigger image or story. keep writing.

[Bunx]

this would be a bad ass introduction to some kind of longer story in prose. i love it rc cola mister. keep it going.

[R.C. KITCHENS]

There are skeletons
ivory there color and pitted with time (their?)
Sun beating down upon,
The valor and lunacy of -
hallucinations pay no attention I don't get this line.
There are moments
They resemble delirium
Sky is spiraling round like coliseum pillars
Smells of wild blood and sweat infuse
No one yells aloud
Is there life in the lone place?
water; Is there a God?

Rows of wheat and lavender filled the green
bottom before, east of here
If there? or was it too an illusion
allegiences were taken and with those of high regard
all of them in fluent expression
seems only a short time ago the suds spewed
over the glass and laughter was coherent

Steps make trails and leave shadows to follow
Oh how I thirst
There once was an army of peasants with
swords and wooden shields,
spears fashioned from eucalyptus branch
scarlet there battle attire, ready to kill (their?)
the giants of men and there Gods

It was the end when those with burning lances
stride mightily on there horses (strode?)
Fire as a scourge, Blades as a whip to the flesh
If not for the storm we would all be dead
The fire on there lances burnt out and so there(their?)
blades were cast heavy
Horses weary and ready to stand stead(y?)

Escape was by foot and through Ares
If retreat was yet time to reclaim focus
and so to return to war

How I come to the end of soil and there unto sand
where ever I stare no man stand
It cannot be for truth, there be no end
if lost I have no idea what this means.

I like the description, but am unsure of the direction. Does the last stanza return to the first? Maybe the second to last stanza should be fleshed out more.

The last stanza was to return to the first. I've changed around some things and added to it. Appreciate your feedback.

Miss Kiss and Bunx, Thanks for reading and opinions on the piece. greatly appreciated.