Pyrosome Configuration 2

Retaliation
The astray erupt from threatened homes
Roaring war horns of their own
Flooding their roads with weapons of grand achievement
Blood begins to make itself known
Confronting the contending
Rain cuts through the caked shells of blood and mud
Frenzied, flying, limbs astray
The offensive forced into turned backs
The walls halt them, forcing a frantic climb
Few escape, many skewered
The retaliators reverse the tide
Oozing from their main gate, calling forth the wrath and
Remembrance of the vengeful beasts
No lost rage for their kin
They tear and snap as the estranged now chase

The first of the fleeing return to their cave
The bequeathed mistakenly inciting rejoice
Praising the swift victory of the blessed

They responding wailing, warning of the doom to come
Demanding descent of the precious and icons, salvage
The rush for their belongings treading downward in deafening silence
No screamed warnings, no scornful wailing, no offensive cries
The prophet tells of a vision imbued with hope
A lake hidden slightly below and a woman of divine ability submerged
Capable of recovery and permanence
For the observer spoke of the necessary purging of all but few
The few are those chosen
The chosen which shall prevail, ascended and eternal