Been feeling unfocused in my relationship with Apocalypse Bringer recently. I’ve been more focused on my magicless file/future build that I’ve pretty much completely neglected this beautiful thing, so, as a pitiful attempt at redemption I will write another poem for my one and only love. Same as before, I do not feel like this deserves to belong with other pieces of literature found in #writing, it does not come close to what those people do and to put this here is to pretty much taint the integrity of the entire category. With that being said I hope you enjoy this.
Above the clouds meteors will fall
Across the land the flames will crawl
Below the once solid ground will rise
This land and the next meet their demise
Catastrophe of the greatest degree
It could never be bound by you or me
Stricken with insanity by each spell
The bringer of a living, breathing, hell
There isn’t anything you can do against this
Except to hope the flaming rocks miss
Death, destruction, chaos, and insanity embodiment
It is hard to entirely grasp onto all of it
A magic that the world thanks is forgotten
Land, water, and the skies would be rotten
This kind of power will take a toll on your mind
If you seek destruction, you’ll find
Nothing could come close to this power, this magic
For you a blessing, for others, it’s tragic
Now go and sing a song of destruction, singer
For nothing will stop the Apocalypse Bringer
The first poem: A poem towards Apocalypse Bringer
