Mass Effect 3-The Invasion

• Artist: Eretico
• Description: A poem meant to vividly describe the beginning of Mass Effect 3, when the Reapers invade Earth and decimate the cities and people. I tried my best to convey a sense of hopelesness, unstoppable evil, and futility in the poem, which I think I did pretty well. Gamers will understand the poem, and people who haven't played ME3 should find the setting pretty easy to imagine as well. There is no structure or good in war either, which is why the rhyme scheme and meter are messed up. Enjoy.
• Date: 09/25/2013
• Tags: mass effect invasion

The fires of oblivion rain upon the Earth,
The many claws of Death amid its wake,
The green-and-blue skin's ruin, the bloody sores' birth;
Man's strength fails, his sharp sword breaks.
The omens of otherwordly doom are spurned;
The grapeshot unloaded, the cannons unaimed,
And innocents die, cities broken and burned.
Flashes of fateful light cover the sky,
The wings of man perish in flame;
The bane of the poeple descends from high,
And those others who die have themselves to blame.
Angels of rescue come to man's aid;
Those caught in the ruin appear to be saved,
But lo, hellfire flies as the angels rise,
And the flying band of saviours dies.
Hope is lost, and God is a lie;
Those who are condemned can only ask, "Why?"
Yet the black, horned devils create a nightmare unrealistic;
Rampaging, Evil, Angry, Powerful, Endless, Relentless, Sadistic.