the eleventh hour
stikes at ground zero
midnight’s curse holds power
as humanity calls for a hero
yet none answer
this summons that calls to arms,
against a hollow man, the necromancer
as he weaves his shaded charms
Mammon, Apollyon,
Beelzebub and Abaddon.
The Adversary abounds
becoming as a legion
The world is as their hunting grounds
no haven for we heathen
Faustus laughs
appreciating the irony
that has come to pass
his joke at the expense
of humanity
‘Damnation found
when Salvation was sought,
a task only achievable by humans
of course’