Soldiers

[ Shining love suppressed. ]

Power outage, midnight black, bloody counterparts surrounding

Cries of the dying drowned by the silence, wearisome hearts pounding

Such is the noose of Apollyon's soldiers, Doomsday fast approaching

Breeding over battlefields, cherub's children targeted for poaching

Strike a match, martyrs aflame, merely clutching to their breasts

Their vampire's garlic, medallion St. Christopher, shining love suppressed

Salvation for the world of damned, hope of Eden, only fleeting

One false move and destiny sealed, the Serpent's task completed

Burning ice and freezing fire, light his lamp and survive the cancer

But with legend erased as one unborn, perhaps killing's not the answer