Him

Ominous,

Incomprehensible.

He impassively grabs

Hold of what’s

Left.

He leaves behind nothing

As he breaks away

And disappears

Into the phlegmatic void

He is contrived of

The darkness around,

Causing chaos

And debacle.

He is not magnanimous,

But ignoble.

He precludes happiness,

Plaguing hearts and lives.

There is no guile,

No illusion.

He procures souls,

With no pursuit.

He is nebulous and amorphous.