Ancient's Retribution

This winters cold now begins its journey to the obsolete the sputtered last breaths of aeons chained bound in the burdens and suffocating ashes

A dying earth bellowed moans the screams of the ancients become their cries faded within

The hollowed oak shells the scent of rotting death looms thick in the air not one soul beckons

Their plea the cleansing of the lesser insects the final stand of the death bringer awaits

Upon the horizon impending judgement for the entire human species black death in her veins her heart hardened to stone