The end of days
This is a poem of the end of days where all is decided and done
Blood fell apron the world like rain from the heavens,
The roaring of the skies louder than blasting volcano,
Hurricane winds flew across the desolate lands,
Heat of the blazing sun descends without mercy,
Bodies falling to lay scattered and mangled across the land,
Fire rains down from the skys above like a flooding desert,
Tremendous shadows fall from the devious beast over head,
Anger and destruction overtake all who fall,
The terror of the land rises with destruction in hand,
The bane of man comes forth on wings of death,
Although man tries to run they can't escape the shadow the blocks out the sun,
Death awaits those that befall their might,
For there does not expect exist a wrong or right,
The ocean shall rise a bloody red,
The land shall become the man's eternal bed,
The forgotten and fallen beast shall be their end,
Flesh shall be torn from flesh and bone by fang and claw,
The tide of dominance shall tern against man,
Fear and remorse will strike down those that are forsaken,
Bones scattered the lost land of the world,
The beast of darkest night will devour the souls that attempt to fight,
As their light fades the empty shells turn to ash,
All will fall before the beast's eternal rage,
The red moon shall mark the new age,
The black sun will show before its done.
