The blossom of roses and daisies
Flourished with the rising sun.
But how would they perish?
Would they wither slowly?
My throne would obstruct all,
Made from the ashes of petals.
The sun would set over broken fields;
A cementary of beauty.
Yet it matters not.
First come the flowers,
And then the world.

Hot embers lined the sky;
A blanket for the ground.
The world forever cold,
Yet flames churned endlessly.

Ashes on the playground,
Where the children used to play.
The echoes of laughter
Faint on the wind.

Ashes in the offices
Where the parents used to work.
Empty desks and broken chairs,
Crumbling to nothing.

Ashes in the cementary
Where all come to die.
All those in mourning
Have no one to mourn for them.

Blinding lights, sonic booms;
The Earth stops spinning.
Unfortunate, that their downfall
Was their own doing.

Perhaps the world had been too kind,
Or not kind enough.
The reaper of judgement knows not,
Traveling from land to land,
Continent to continent.
But one thing stays the same:
How easy it would be.
To do what exactly,
Remains up to the gods,
The weight of their decision
At the tip of his fingertips.
The feel of electricity
Courses through his veins,
Untamed, unbridled,
Ready to be unleashed.
No one would dare stop him
When the time came.
Until then,
He waits in the shadows,
Hidden, safe.

Wings unfold like a sail
Stretching out to reach their ends.
Starry eyes peer into your soul,
A glint of mischief lying underneath.
That black abyss swallows you whole
No one to hear your shouts.

The mighty wings flap incessantly,
Impatient, ready to take off,
Their dark color consuming all light
That dares to pass through.
A mischievous smirk on that devious face
Makes your heart skip a beat.

A callous hand offered to you,
To leap into the eerie chasm below.
Do you dare take it?
His razor sharp black talons ready to claw anything,
That dare stand in its path,
Like a mother fighting for its young.

The sculpture of a man in front of you
His jet black hair almost a blue
Reflects the light of the full moon,
Which peers from behind the jagged mountaintops.
Splinters of rock loom beneath
Ready to swallow you whole.

The glorious wings of dark destruction
Ready to carry you home, weightless
Against the weight of the world.