The Chasm of Doom

                        Men march in the slumber of war,
                       Zombie-like in mindless submission;
                     And destruction becomes a form of art,
                    For that's all they have - no decisions.

                      Age upon age descends into darkness
                 And the hour grows later as the moon turns red;
                 And all that is seen are maimed bodies in ruin;
                And all that is smelt is the stench of the dead.

                     War upon war as the clock turns faster.
                    The date of apocalypse draws into sight.
                  And the men march in haste, so not to be late
                     For the final fight to end all fights.

                       The morning dawns cold and somber.
                 The sky is black with marbled patterns of gray,
                 For the sun won't shine on the eve of disaster
                   And all the world readies to fall to decay.

                     Row upon row, the armies stand ready -
                 Millions of millitant men in their war-stance;
                   And line upon line of tanks stand prepared
                   As do thousands of other hellish armaments.

                      The crow calls, harsh and unyielding,
                 Signaling that battle has found place to begin.
             And all the armies attack with their half-hearted cries
                 For they know it's a war that no one will win.

                     The hours pass as the lightning flashes
                And all the demons of hell seem to join the fray.
                   It is almost like Pandora's Box reopened -
                     Seems like humanity is all washed away.

                     As the evening draws to quiet silence,
                The chapter of death waits for the page to turn;
                  All know that hell will reopen with morning,
                    But night is a time to listen and learn.

                  Then, as the red globe of the moon is rising,
                       Something seems to stir in the air;
                    And a ghastly apparition of Satan appears
                   As the few living warriors gape and stare.

                    The Devil laughs across the battleground,
               "This has been your death; this will be your tomb.
                    And only then do the men awaken to truth,
                And realize they have entered the Chasm of Doom.


                             Scimitar Wraith [DARK]