The Calling Of Lived

By Timefather67

Your broken soul had cried out to the mortals that were damn.

Asking out loud, when will you return from the ashes of Sam?

Putting on your skull helmet; marked by the beast.

Ready to take the lives of the mortals just so you can feast.

Bone wings spread out to the sky.

Darkness and light from your eyes will soon collide.

The hollow voices of your victims will be silence into the void.

Only to have their screams be heard as their torn limb by limb,

From you as you treat them like a toy.

They can call you many names, one of them being Diablo pretty much.

But your name Lived, spelt backwards, will easily be figured out as such...