Human and perfidious allies

Dead angels turned to ash, demons reincarnated rose to rule the sky,
Breathing black fire lighten up darker clouds,
A fiery red demolishes the black and silver monotone,
Hands rise up pleading for salvation but none left to answer barbaric cries,
A plea for death and a plea for life,
Crimson rains wash away the strings of hope alongside awry smiles,
A sweet symphony rusts the levity of god,
Arms and alms the futile hopes for a pathetic rubble dried of might,
Standing high mighty mountains without roots start to rumble against raw trepidation,
Rotting with vengeance they come for the final strike.

Gratitude and tokens of filth,
For a piece of exchanged slavery one was better off dying,
New force new agenda and a heat of the enlightening fire,
Mesmeric expectations forget the fallen enemy who is yet to arise,
Kneeling before the forgotten graves are the footmen of faux,
Another war to be raged but motive lies caged in the lies,
Messiah yet has faith in his long fallen god,
God remains a word for taking the bitter stronger side until the other switches tides,
Wounds yet unhealed and words yet unspoken but the call has come,
A gong for nation for salvation has been rung.

The bad clash again with the mighty,
Humans again disintegrate with the howls rightly,
Paper tactics and death comes creeping from beneath the feet,
A cold frown and stealth command lead the unknowing,
From flesh of the fresh sea of blood rose a flower,
A follower ready to be trampled before thorns abscond parts of fidelity,
A hard stone stood in the way of the mighty king and the treacherous friend,
Kindled inside the stone withered the gaping rose,
Sneering with passion of fury and fright each took step closer,
Land subdued in all humility under shadows wrinkled foreheads.

None shall pass none shall try, against the stone none shall pry,
The warrior of stone a freight of blithely and hideous death,
The mighty stood in all their might and so did the demons with every strand of despise,
Before each could procrastinate the joust graphite pinnacle smiled,
Drawing for the last breath dancing with plagued souls they earnestly await,
But a clutter of clanks shattered the boundless chrysalis of desire,
The soldier had bowed to the pilgrimage of knight,
Smokes of disdain hovered and then fell as the savage skies rumbled,
Knelt before the force of the common and one appallingly brave vagabond stone,
Blade in cloaks those decaying gems made one final alliance to the god of less light.