Ominous winds blowing

telling me of their dark, twisted secrets.

I walk upon the shore of corpses

leaving blood imprints of my feet

in the tainted sand.

As I walk on, the ravens scream out their horrid screech,

one perches upon my wrist with a blood-stained beak

and talons sharper than the fangs of a dragon.

I sit on my throne

in the realm of death

where whispers beg for forgiveness

and where the Earth bleeds black.

Nightfall is forever down in this pit.

All who have sinned

end up in this hell with me.

Demons run loose

claws and all

they are black masses that dance as shadows in the night,

devouring blood of angels that pass boundaries

that are not meant to be crossed by such pure-blooded creatures.

And now I sit and wait for Him to give up his castle in the sky,

I’ll wait until the end of time,

until the end of the world itself,

I’ll wait.