He waits in the Depths...

Sitting in the pitch black
the creature of devastation waits
not a sound is heard
except for his breathing
for he is shackled in his small narrow cage,

A hot burning anger
has been smoldering in the forge
that is his hate for the wretched human race,
they run around in their so called busy lives
without the slightest of knowledge that soon,
they will be erased,

Oh Master, Please release me!
Five and a half of your days I have waited,
to destroy the useless parasite’s
that eat away at the earth
I know I have but a day and a half to go
before your appointed time to bring it all,
to a heap of ash,

Everyday for you is a thousand years for me
and the seventh thousandth year is close at hand
Look!
behind you, I am reaching for you
Can’t you feel it, my breath upon your scrawny neck?

In my solitude I dream,
of how I will bring the annihilation
of the pitiful human race,

I will tilt the earth slightly on its axis
great storms and tsunamis will be born from the sea
and flood all the dry land of the earth,
The sea and storms will pound on every home
man will try with all his might to quell the sea,
but it will be to no avail
the power of the sea will overtake
and not one fortress will be left in place,

When all is drenched by the forces of the sea,
those that do survive will feel the power
of the fire that is to come.
This fire I will use to purify the earth
of all the life that may be left upon the flooded earth,

I will reach up into the sky
and by ten fold, intensify the power of the sun
the earth will become a scorching desert
without a drop of rain, not a cloud,
nor the shade of the lush trees will be seen,
the sea’s will boil and evaporate,
the vapor that rises will petrify their very skin.
Fireballs, like hail will rain down from the sky

Again, man will try to survive
and into the earth they will run and hide
only to enter into their self made graves
Oh Master, as you have said;
“from the earth they came, and to it they will return”
I will then take hold of the pillars of the earth,
shaking them and sealing man in his resting place
because for them their will be no escape,

I will one last time check the earth
for any remnants that might be left
and when this is done,
the sword of power and  revenge
I will put back in its place
so that you, Oh Master
can start the human race again,

I will return to the depths from whence I came
and wait if you should ever call my name again…

“I abruptly awaken in my sweat soaked bed,
Fire and Brimstone, dam this dark poetry!’

He waits in the Depths of my Dreams.