THE RISE OF A POET

GODS OF VICTORY

Gods of victory so hilarious
No war is lost
They win and conquer nation's
Battallions bow at their feet

Chanting their appellations,
Victoria,we've won
Appearing embodied with her wings
Her golden sandals glitters vehemently
Triumphs heard aloud,with soldiers cheering with their silver cups

Their shields are spilled with blood
Laying their troops so low
A heroic victory slaining the beasts of demolition

Tunes from the harp clings melodiously to the soul
Kings and emperor's are dancing to the tunes
Feasts of victory,history is alas today

The head of the foe hangs on a wretched
pole
Birds of the air suck and pierce their eyes
Gods of victory,rewarding their warherds
Philis,best Slayer
Paco,the shield
Paintings taken at large of these mystics
The great artists paint each of their choice

Victory is ours,victory is power
Victoria is glad,sharing the helmets from Olympus
The walls encroach the sounds of victory
Marching on to conquer and dominate the world