Messenger Of Death:

Dark shadows
Bowed sword
A warlord
Spreading the tentacles of wrath
The sky wept
It surface rent darkness an abode.

Agony fulfilling it promises
Flood of blood
Conveyed side by side.
Paths
Wars
They ran
They fell.
Trampled on
Fear got buried with them.

Vultures
Fed
Explosive lamentations to our ears
Mourning rents the breathing space
The dark lord
Surprised the earth with sorrow
And they went under his command
For this is the true story of death.
Mused...2016©