Posted for Exsuscito:
Black flowers blossom from the embers of flames
The roots of prosperity wheezing in chains
Initiative may prosper but bury your head
And mark your inclusion in the relics of the dead
Divinity scorched onto bodies as signs
The signatures glow as the words entwine
No one is prepared to face the threat
As needles pierce temples with little regret
Punctures through holes, in circles create light
The shards form prisms which cut through the night
The black flowers wilt as the light passes by
Death is the order and life is to die
A few remain bold; "Our end's not in sight"
Angels weep as hope is severed by fright
Sour tears turn to ashes as they soil the ground
They choke on the air as the inferno abounds
Night soldiers signal the cavalcades' stride
Their dominion commencing in one precise tide
The demise of man orchestrated alone
The Earth as it was, mere remnants, overthrown
