Locust Cloud

The insect shrieks and ascends the tomb.
Craveth for its master's call.
It is told through catacombs.
In the hieroglyphs on the wall.
There it goes, spiralling up.
Feasting on beastly iniquity.
For not Tut or Ramses slayeth,
A more brutal or abominable foe.
The dark cloud of disease consumes.
Sickening insect screams.
Flesh of man they shall partake,
Steaming wretched human skin.
Locust.