When The End Comes
Darkness will spark the end
It will enjoy the storms to come of man, beast, and nature
While we are fighting it will sneak in and devour us whole
Some will embrace it for comfort
But those who still have hope will stay away from it
So the Darkness will release the Fires of Hell
The fires will come like a swarm of locust
Destroying every home and garden in its path
The fires will come like a swarm of locust but take the shape of a demonic beast on all fours
It runs through towns and forests without a care
Everything is torched to ashes
No being can escape its wrath
When it's done the Darkness will return
When the Darkness returns it will try to cover the world
The world will try to fight back and it will fail
More will choose to embrace the darkness again
Then it will be ready
The Darkness will start a war with those who haven't yet given up hope
The Darkness will fight until it has to retreat
Then it will release a disease that will devastate all
The disease will poison the waters, fruits, vegtables, and livestock
More people will lose hope and embrace the darkness
The disease will cease and the Darkness will return
When it does, it will bring the malestrom from myth and flood lands and consume the world in darkness
The shadows will dance and take nightmarish forms
Then the world will be completely succumbed in darkness
There shall be hope though
Hints of light will still be in the world
But the Darkness will not stop
It will bring back Hell's fires, but this time it will be able to take a stable form and stay alive longer
The disease will return but in a physical form
The fire then will be called Pyro and the disease will be called Famine
The Darkness will take a new name when it accepts a physical form
It will take the name Erebus
They will hunt down the traces of light
But light is like a fire to where when one spark starts, it spreads and catches others and again a war will start
But Death won't be far behind
It will be waiting for the aftermath of the horrible bloody war
The war will come but who is to say that it isn't happening right now?
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