The Devil Has Been Born

Liquid black,
this is hell alright.

Screams of pain pierce my ears,
air scratches at my skin.
I am not alone.

Evils of nature pool at my feet,
pure darkness submerges as one.
The screaming rises to the tempo of the music:
The creation is coming.

A figure emerges from the darkness,
a man, cloaked in blood red.
Eyes of hatred and filled with revenge,
responding to his hallowing call.

An explosion of noise follows,
my mind struggles to comprehend.
He raises his arms, powerful and mighty.

The devil has been born.