Fate of a Darker Kind

A poem about the end of the world...as we know it. Quotes from Milton's Paradise Lost.

A tale of two cities
A fable of two lives
A story where death preceeds
And life fades with dawn

The sky drenched in our blood
Screams murder in the tears stained red
Fall the winged-angels
As demons reign above in flight

Angels at my feet,
Paradise pure and simple
Founded upon their burial site
And nurtured by their fears

Demons at my crown
Sounding trumpets, the day is won
Clouds depart and darkness reigns
Orders forth a vicious, just rule

Fading light, forsaken souls
Bounded eternal to the depth
Sleep in peace
Final judgement be passed

"Better to reign in Hell than serve and Heaven..."
Echo's through the valleys
Harpies spawn and darken wings
Form the choirs, and set pace

Voices carry about the wind,
"Hail horrours, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell receive thy new Possessor

Rome has fallen and every religion with
And in its place up shall sprout the truth,

A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n."