Death shall come.
The t-rex, hunting for food,
spots its prey: a triceratops.
Snap, crack. Blood runs like rivers on the soil,
death will come.

Sharp, dagger like teeth,
one bite at a time,
dig deeper and deeper into flesh.
After one final breath,
death will come.

The t-rex: the king of the world.
A roar overwhelms the sky.
An asteroid crashes,
filling the sky with darkness,
death will come.

The t-rex navigates the darkness,
not a living thing in sight.
He falls to the ground,
one last ash filled breath,
death will come.

The king of the world,
lays breathless.
The dinosaurs vanished,
no movement in sight,
death has arrived.