The black prophet will fall.
The spiders will rise again.
They will walk the face of earth once more,
a mindless puppet, their strings are torn.
their creaky bones, the bad eyesight,
yet the chance to turn wrong to right.
wars-a-waging, old mans guilt,
the worlds now on more than just a tilt.
parents weeping, children slain,
bloody thoughts, fear will reign.
They lurk in the shadows,like a creature of the dark, they will lurk,
he whispered to her, hiding a smirk.
"You shall be killed should you be unable to find,
the demon lurking within your mind."
So off they ventured, to quench their thirst,
of corpses piled with hearts-a-burst.
And on that quest what did they see?

The Wicked Path Of Destiny.