Abaddon

From the seventh hierarchy he rises


caliph of locust
comes..



With him his army of

foul
egregious
Acrididaes,

A crown rests upon their vertexes
created from cuspid, and hair.


Having the physiognomy of man,

the ailerons of a monstrosity

and

Appendages of an arachnid.

Upon the tempestuous
wind you can hear them bombinate
their battle song.


He with the eyes of a raven
atramentous
bereft
eternally perceiving

emerges for avengement.

Having no guise of his own.

Bearing aught but a scimiter
he severs,
disembowels
and
decapitates

all who stand before him.