The Destroyer
Studded black leather boots smash the ground
Black cape trails behind
Faithful as death's embrace
As the destroyer stalks the realm
Flowers wilt at his passing,
Green grass dries and browns
Beatles emerge
To feast upon the stench of death
The young agè at his touch
As hope falls to death's might
The destroyer has no mercy
Continues on his mission
To bring all to its ultimate destination
His goal the final last breath
The sundering of hope
And surrender to the inevitable
As he appears in the doorway
Invisible to those within
The room chills at his presence
Fear grips the one
Who lies at death's door
As their breath comes in gasps
Until it comes no more.