And Hell Followed
It was a normal day on Deimos,
The shift was filled with drear.
But to those with active eyes,
Something wrong was here.
…
From the portal came a roar,
A wind of hellish breath.
Their number, it was legion.
And their name, it was death.
…
Deimos soon did vanish,
Gone from the Martian sky.
And from Phobos sounds were heard,
Sirens, screams, and cries.
…
Demons stalked the corridors,
Imps, they cast their fire.
Cacodemons laughed and cackled,
Barons showed their ire.
…
Some of their foes still clung to hope,
Drawing weapons, fighting back.
But nothing could stall Hell's onslaught,
They advanced in their attack.
…
And soon both moons were in Hell's grasp,
And their eyes were turned elsewhere.
To the small red planet down below,
Which soon would know despair.
…
And the larger, bluer world,
The one their prey called home.
Orders were given from Hell's depths,
From Baphomet's own throne.
…
For this was mankind's final days,
Their worlds now part of Hell's domain.
Soon the righteous would all perish,
Consumed in hellish flame.