From The Depths

In a hole neck deep in murky water.    
I'm completely consumed by darkness.    
I can feel the bodies lightly brush past me.    
Half decomposed, the smell is awful.    
One moaned as the gasses escaped their body.    
   
I must maintain my composure.    
Totally still, breathing controlled, heart beat slowed.    
I must not let out not one single sound.    
   
For the demons are scouring the blood soaked terrain above me.    
Looking for more souls to claim for the coming black army.    
I will not be a part of this barrage of mindless zombies.    
Puppets for the dark lord.    
   
Instead I will lay and wait.    
Comprising the perfect set of tactical movements.    
And when I rise from this place I will prove myself a worthy Leader.    
I will slay the demons that came for my everlasting soul.    
Then atop a pale horse I shall ride, and when you see my face you will know me as death.    
And You Will Fear Me As You Will Know All Hope Is Lost.[/font]