Reign of the Beast

The world rimed in nocturnal frost.

Bone-crowned man with liar’s grin

Pens writs of rights drab and grim.

With gnarled claw, fist made to punch,

Doles out riches to those on demon hunts.

Fail what they will, for the earth is lost.

Signs of life quenched like thirst.

He sits on throne wrought of wood

Harvested of Eden’s forbidden good.

World awash in strangling order

All decays, we watch in horror.

All that was good now is curst.

Rebel thoughts; inquisition of heretic fire.

Kingdom of earth, a colony of hell,

His palace resides where sinful tower fell.

Cower and tremble, grovel and plead,

Or grow numb to the horrors already freed.

Silence plays the song as loud as a lyre.