• Descending God on dark brazen wings
    His scythe held in hand.
    Animals run in fear
    Shedding tears of awe and despair.
    Man and beast crumble under his mighty presence
    Screams of agony echo with each step he takes.
    Heralded by burning winds
    Twisted land
    And the scent of death is choking life from all.
    Who should choose to stand in his way
    When he leaves
    All that remains alive is in suffering
    All other things lie dead.
    Remaining in shades of blood red, black and grey.
    All is lost
    Nothing is forgiven
    And he leaves as silently as he came.
    God of reaping and death...
    Thanatos.