Z, prophecy before choas

by The great darer

His attack was spoken by blood, but if there was a prophecy to his comming what would it say? A short poem to perhaps give such a idea.

Notes: Not the best poem in the world but I wanted to do other things, like this. Oh and complaints about the victor goes to the spils fic? please its only humour based on the prespective of a deranged sterotyped S.I that were all use to (he's called bastardo for crying out loud! Don't take it seriously!) Still that work is anicent history now.

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Z, Prophecy before chaos

His eyes burn with Hell's wraith.
A thirst for blood, insatiable.
The dying cries are his song.
With a grin of malice, his wings will strike,
And crimson flows and stain the earth.
Flames shall dance in his wake,
Consuming all life, his hunger satisfied.
Until his need arises once more,
And his chaos brings havoc and strife.
With no end in sight,
We are damned to his eternal night