Blackness creeping silently into the sky
Menacing clouds darkening and spreading the blight
Cold-swirling, curling, fringing the world;
A void disintegrating light.
Heavens covered with a sheen
Of evil, dark, and threatening
Winds whip shrieking through the air
A sentry, crying, "Here! It's here!"
Light strikes down, corrupted, scouring the land with flames
Ice tumbles from the sky, pelting like rain
A blizzard whirls around the frostbitten scene
Sleet pours, down, down, drowning screams . . .
Water rises upward, a wall of annihilation
A hurricane follows, surging with desolation
Icy winds wrap around the earth like a sheet
Piercing like needles; penetrating deep.
Chaos rules, screaming to the world of its fate
Distracting it from churning clouds until it's too late.
For though the world is wrought in fire and ice
In snow, in lightning, tidal waves, nature's own antichrist,
The storm has not truly appeared
Its minions are only dancing here
Dancing, to songs of death
Sung by every soul's last breath.
And now he comes, the King of Doom
The source of everlasting gloom
The Prince of Demise, the blinder of eyes
Crowned by tears, the Maker of Lies.
He comes to earth to claim his throne
His presence chilling to the bone
A frosty, frigid, pitch-black form
He comes to reign, the Lord of the Storm.
The darkness turns white beside his eyes
Light sees him, falters, and dies
Lies flee at seeing his smile
Full of hate, and rage, and guile.
His voice makes thunder sound so faint
His hair oozes with brackish taint.
His breath is fog that solidifies and slays
Choking and stabbing, a murderous haze.
His face is twisted with scorn and spurn
His gaze touches ice, and makes it burn.
He shatters anything he sees
He looks at fire and makes it freeze.
He is a black funnel that comes from the sky
He makes the world go all awry.
He is pure devastation,
The opposite of creation.
And he reigns.
