Fate of Mortals

Part 1: Fall

The inescapable dark despair of men's mortality

A constant that corrupts and overturns any strong principality

A void that takes someone from everyone regardless of how they plea

The reality that is death will take everyone and leave not one be

At the zenith of the fourth great war men mastered immortality

Life everlasting was stolen from the pious fabled gods and made a reality

The victory was hard won by the few that were of high wealth

Leaving all others to wail as they plummet from the ropes cut short by health

The Darkness gave ear to the pathetic pleas of the perishing men

It cast its gaze upon them and decided to allow the victory once again

The great gift was given and all relished in eternal life

Man believed that they had finally finished the accursed feast of strife

The great war waged on regardless of the wondrous gift

Man was consumed by hate, the curse that no power could ever lift

Brother turned on brother as likewise did daugter on daughter

The fight was for the dominance that could only be obtained through slaughter

The lead burdened roar of the lions tore through the bodies of the disloyal

Whilst in turn the the fiery breath of the dragons melted away the flesh of royal

The broken bodies were piled in a brutal and bloody mess

But, as made apparent by the writhing, the world at no point had one life less

Once monstrous men were pacified upon viewing the eternal death.

The peace was brought about by the fear of a forever breathing death’s last breath.

The bodies were hidden hurriedly from sight to keep sanity

Whilst the offending parties were restrained and locked away from the rest of humanity

Five years later, peace was no longer proposition or false promise of politics

Humanity repressed itself to avoid creating more monsters and lunatics

The New World Order exerted its global dominance to ensure that life had a controlled flow

An entire world was humbled, broken, and brought down low

The New World Order’s power had no end or hindrance in sight

Each new law and weighty demand was unopposed and given no worthy fight

The woman's womb was made worthless and barren to compensate for the lack of space

Those that lost their sanity to old age were erased to keep moral and public face

Humanity had made a false peace with immortality

The price was, of course, all semblance of morality

The Darkness decided he wished to obtain his due payment

Humanity’s gift would become their fetters of enslavement

The Darkness created the dismal abyss, death's door

Tis an emptiness that violently ensnares all light that the sun doth dare pour

Whilst from within the unfathomable force of Darkness emits only the foul fog of fear

This is the terror that forces stout men to break and thus forsake all they hold dear

First came the howling banshees and their armies of wraiths

Heralds of despair and crushers of all faiths

They formed in the shadows and the darkness of night

Hunting out those that strayed from the light

The dark apparitions were taller than the tallest of giants

Their eyes were piercing red rubies, squelching all will of defiance

Their long agile limbs grabbed all that fell in their sight

Man could only cower as infants in the overwhelming might

Later came the herald’s hounds of horror

Stalking and and feasting on those that heard their mighty roar

Man had become the prey despite how hard they prayed

The hounds had no mercy and ate men where they laid

Then came the ghastly ghouls in the wake of the hounds

Great behemoths upon a thousand legs to scour the mounds

They consumed the broken bodies which humanity had hidden

The ghouls then took them to the abyss as they were bidden

Humanity was hunted to to the ends of the Earth

There was no safety in great hall or warm hearth

The Darkness’s pawns were quickly closing in

Humanity had fallen far and could never win

The terrain that once was in flames had fallen to the shadows

The once bright world had been taken and hung at the gallows

The endurance of the eternals was at its end

The mighty will of man had turned to insanity as it was rend

Part 2: Fate of the hunted

I had known that eternal life was not meant to be

The gift was only a tool with which to maim

We had only gained means to flee

Death had made itself a twisted hunt of game

I am but prey upon this miserable plane

In the end it had made humanity a prize it would claim

I had received a means to elude life's bane

At the price of all else that I had held dear

I can no longer escape from my pain

I am beyond broken and no longer fear

I no longer seek escape from the purgatory that I have wrought

My heart is as stone as I hold back each tear

Despair dominated me when I paused and thought

My resolve meant nothing in the least

My fate was not mine despite how I fought

Death would always have man as its feast

I can hear the silent stalker’s breath

I will never escape from the great beast