Battered and Revealing

Battered. Beaten. Broken.
They do not know what they have awoken.
The demon who’d taken so much to keep concealed
At last, has finally been revealed.

They thought to hunt it down, to banish.
In the end it was they who would vanish.
For the Fallen, the time has come
and now they pay the final sum.

The fire of rage boils up through the land
melting the steel they held in their hand.
The coldness of Death clings to the air
Pity them not, for He doesn’t care.

The hell-hounds run, snapping and snarling
the black vine twisting, ever so enthralling.
The gargoyles sneer, jab and hiss
the dome glows with blood red bliss.

If one thing is for certain
soon, open will be the curtain.
Civilizations rise and fall
this to be the best of all.