DEATH THE MASTER

The lightning struck the ground at his putrid feet

The strangled lines a burning fireworks display,

The jagged blue ridges empowering his body like a Frankenstein skeleton.

The empty sockets hollow and black with hate

The malicious intent oozing with liquid contempt;

And to look within you would find the death of eternity,

The sorrows and hell-bound flames of all the souls before.

Screaming for another chance

Slicing their throats with the desperate pleas.

The black cloak a frame in the heat,

A silhouette of shattered bones;

The worms in his throat

His stomach…

The rotting remains of frozen moments.

Squirming to be indulged

Struggling to bite free.

The staff in his hands

Merely the mangled corpses of his victims;

And he holds it with the confidence of a master

He holds it with the knowledge of his plight

And all bow down before his power.

The hourglass of time

Dripping tears of blood,

Filling…….

Drip drip drip

And soon it will be your tears

Dropping for your soul

Spilling into his bony hand,

Staining them red

Imprinting your life upon those icy fingers.

And one day

Without warning,

Without care or compassion,

He will take you……