Tuesday, July 5, 2022

The Return of Calamity

 Can you hear it?

The faint roll of the drum.

I feast off your fear,

Anticipating what’s to come.

Do you see it?

The moon has turned red.

All those demons you battled,

Are coming back from the dead.

First you’ll see the talons

That haven’t forgotten the taste of your pain.

And what of all your efforts?

Well, that’s just all been in vain.

Next comes the eyes,

Darkened from your blood,

The surface cracks as they come though,

Past the murky mud.

Can you feel their anger?

They don’t like when you wont play.

My minions won’t stop coming,

And this time they are here to stay.

Soon they will free their master

From the depths of your unknown.

I will rise from the shadows,

And reclaim my throne.

No one can save you now,

And there’s nothing to hide behind.

I was always to be your king,

And you were always to be mine.

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