Apocalypse

They still maintain the mausoleum
Where the names of the First Fallen
Are chiseled in granite to remind them of the night

He resurrected the dead from their crypts,
Holding the stolen Chalice to their lips
Nourishing his dark army back to life;

He willed the moon into a perpetual eclipse
Turning it into a cauldron of scalding black light -
Into a portal that flooded the world with death;

His conscripted army of Demons
Almost beat the Angels into submission
Using thorny whips that tore apart their flesh;

But the Angels fought back-
Pushing his Evil inquisition
Into total remission;

Restoring the Path of Light;
Providing safe passage
into the next life.