Mr. Wade & Watch
Cult of Personality
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
'Anthem for Doomed Youth'
The city was at dawn. The sky glowed a deep orange, both from the setting sun and rapid fires. Skyscrapers were burning like massive lighthouses, while below the streets were covered in ash and dried blood. A battle had taken place between several armies. Each one different than the last if you were to search the bodies. Some had medieval swords, others massive assault rifles no ordinary human could carry, and the outfits and armor they wore showed a distinct lack of being from the same world.Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
'Anthem for Doomed Youth'
Those who wore iron as protection likely fell victim to machine guns, nothing but easy targets with no way to defend themselves. But even those of more advanced weaponry seemed almost mutilated, with limbs cast off their bodies by great force. Something was horribly wrong on this planet. It would only get worse as time went on.
In one second, you are in your home world, doing something of great importance, or simply relaxing. Then, before you could blink, something flashed before your eyes. A bight neon green flash blinds you, and suddenly your body feels like it's falling. Gravity pulls your left, right and center, spinning you all around as the ground beneath your feet disappear.
As quickly as you leave your world, you enter a new one. A massive metropolis city is before your sights, but it looks destroyed. Battered by artillery and war, like god had punished it.
Where are you? And how did you get here?
