Inhumane.

The Clock ticked away
a desolate slumber
the centuries had hurried by
incalculable by number.
Baited breath for escape from the impenetrable lair,
trapped and doomed he was bound in there.
He drew heavy breathes
waiting to be unbound
and rock the earth with unholy sound!

The steely glint in his eye
He smirked at the millions sure to die.
The drains would flow with blood
corpses would lie the streets like mud.
Those who put him there,
who forgot about his torture
his imprisonment, in aforementioned lair
would have the worst of his share
and not escape the vengeance of his snair!
How they flit around like flies,he mused,unbeknownest unaware.

He licked his grotesque lips
at the thought of flesh eaten rips.
Tensing his hands,
he thought "that will be when they take note"
when this vindictive arm tightens on their throat.

Devastation unseen before
shall be wrought from him like never afore
and all the wretched two legged breeders
will lie like sleeping dreamers,
on the crimson floor.
His infernal majesty will not be open to doubt
with every agonied death rattle or pitiful shout.