• The air is dead
    the sky is black
    the thunder rolls
    and the lightning cracks

    Out of the ground
    comes a rusty sword
    followed by
    an undead horde

    they rage through the land
    Killing all in their sight
    No one has the chance
    to try and fight

    the world gets a cleansing
    though unholy its seems
    the few that survive it
    can have their dreams

    for the earth is a paradise,
    few humans there are
    and Animals rule
    both wide and far.


    -Crow