THE INK OF BLOOD

THE INK OF BLOOD ( BEYOND THE MUNDANE SERIES)

My pen did not know,i was writing,
My heart aloud,
Other wise it would have sucked my blood
And spat it out.
On the white paper like a saint's robe
Would have been like a martyr's cloak.(blood soak)

For its the ink of blood,the pen of blades,
Piercing the soul,tearing the heart.
Be afraid.For we are at war,
Against the invisible.
Realms beyond the mundane.
But the battle is decided here.
In the facile world of mere mortals.

It's the battle for the ultimate prize,
The human race.
The opponents wants the other to be late,
Deciding man's fate.
For the tiny speck in the vast galaxy,
Plans of eternity.
But in the coming fulfillment of time,
The light will shine