This poem appears in the Winter-Spring 2011 issue of Modern Age. To subscribe now, go here.
They swarmed out of the steppes, their steeds unshod––
wild riders of apocalypse’s knell,
like black-seraphic legions sent from hell––
and charging at their head, the Scourge of God.
Italy watched the terror as it trod
the valley of the Po. The cities fell,
Roman and Goth alike swept by the swell
of wrath, the crash of domination’s rod.
Insatiate and devouring, the beast
came to a stand before the gates of Rome,
turned tail, and left behind its carrion feast,
driven off by the Lion of the Tome,
who frightened darker demons from the East
and drove the scourge of error from God’s home.
Mark Amorose’s poems have recently appeared in Chronicles, First Things, Measure, and St. Austin Review, among other publications.