CHAOS

On darkest nights when filled with gloom,

The mindless walk the corridors of doom.

Seeking refuge were none can be had,

Fear grips its victims driving them mad.

Demons come forth to prowl the night,

Fangs barred in anticipation of fight.

Claws clicking on cobblestones,

Screams dying out to moans.

The stench of decay fills the air,

As closer they're drawn to their masters lair.

They stumble along as though in a daze,

Vision obscured by the thickening haze.

Onward, Onward, Hell's army goes,

A wicked wind from the deep blows.

Twisted laughter rising from the pit,

Across the wall their shadows flit.

The clamor of armor, the clink of steel,

The crimson blood of the most recent kill.

The smell of terror, the looks of fear,

The battle of Hell grows increasingly near.

God's army of Angels ride forth with pride,

Facing the evil ones standing side by side.

Whose weapons were cast from the fires of Hell,

Strengthened and cursed with a Devils spell.

Gabriel calls forth with a blast of his horn,

The armies of Heaven to battle this morn.

The darkness flees the Valley Of Death,

To show the dead, the dying gasp their last breath.

The eternal war rages on and on,

Fighting and dying from dusk till dawn.

The first rays of light from the sun,

Shine down upon the battle neither side has won.

Randall Beers

April 18th 1999