his clouds storm in
bringing waves
warm soft blankets of pure fear
to suffocate the living
and raise the deceased
to eternally walk
the other side of death.
all empty and void of hope
not a chance in Hell
of rising to the surface
to escape
and tell
to warn the townfolk
that the monster is coming.
in league with the Devil himself
dark strength within his iron fist
wielding mind control
the power to capture
the body
the mind
the very soul.
the weak and the sick
even the strong and the purest of heart
all fall like hollow dead trees
in a hurricane
splintered
evaporating
into dust
as he tramples through.
laughing at destruction
dancing in the blood
funeral fires
corpses ablaze
burning flesh
snapping bones
crushed
into the red sucking mud.
moving past
horizons west
new lands to destroy
he carries the disease
onto foreign shores
gray ash rivers
black sand lakes
coal dark cities
a new dead earth.
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