Literature
Choosers of the Slain
Words have all been said,
None can be removed,
The fighting must begin,
And one of them must lose
They are not so different,
This Man, this Angel, in their pain
Each knows the suffering,
Inflicted so they can gain
The hosts of Heaven hover,
Though much reduced in fact, in truth,
And they await the call of Nemesis,
So the slaughter can begin anew
The armies of Men have stood,
Against the Angels, though many fell,
And they feel the tension rising,
Though if it's the end, no-one can tell
Hovering or standing,
They both cover all the plain,
Steadfast in defiance,
These choosers of the slain
An awful silence lingers,
Men are a