Have YOU ever wanted to have monumental, earth shaking, reality warping 
GODLY POWERS? 

        - Eimii

        This just reminded me of a poem I had written two years ago....

War March of the Gods  - WebDragon
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The gods of heaven-high
March with pennants streaming
They descend below, from the sky
With golden trumpets screaming

They soar on wings of shimmering flame
And ride on steeds of terrible power
They brandish weapons and shout the same
War cry, for bloodshed will make the hour

The drums beat, the cymbals clash
The steeds of gods made a mighty dash
The oceans' roar will be diminished
Until the battle's finished

The crashing sea on shores of rock
The gleaming land of Eoirlund
The waters seems to pause, and take stock
Of battle on the plains of Gund

They formed their lines into a spike
To pierce their foes, and spill their blood
Demons and dragons fell alike
And were ground underheel in the mud

The gods themselves make war this day
On the gods who dwell below
With blazing hate, to slash and slay
And lay their enemies low

The Eternal City shakes and rumbles
The stars themselves shimmer and burn
The golden sun halts, and stumbles
And the world ceases to turn

Two Lords of gods are locked in combat
Each cloaked in brilliant aura bright
They dodge, and weave in a duel that
Shook the earth with force, and might

Burning pillars of fire sear
The air as warrior gods die
By flaming sword, or lightning spear
The star-filled heavens cry

Scudding clouds gather, rain starts to fall
Covering Eoirlund in a shroud of grey
The gods pause and look, as one, withal
To watch the darkening day

The tears of heaven fall upon
The Lords of gods and stream
Down their armor, into the ground, gone
To earth, casting the land into a dream

Crashing waters of the Sea of Mihr
Upon the shores of Eoirlund
Cause the silent gods to stir
Upon the blood-soaked plains of Gund

The Eternal City calms
And stops its angry shake
The Lords of gods clasp hands, palms 
Touching.  Doth Destiny do make

The Lords of gods, once bitter
Enemies, now allies
Weep not for the fallen gods that litter
The landscape, for heaven cries

They spread their wings of shimmering flame
And mount their steeds of terrible power
They go their ways, thoughts the same
Of the peaceful hour

The gods of heaven-high ascend
To the skies far above
The gods of the Eternal City descend
To shining Eoirlund they love

The Heavens stream with golden light
And the Earth blooms in tones of green
While nary of storm cloud is in sight
The peace of the gods remain to be seen


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        Forgive the oft-terrible rhyming, but I wrote it two years ago with
little inspiration other than a copy of New Gods.