Of Dark

A being of dark,
Long suppressed and hidden,
Gaining strength and numbers for her cause,
As strong as ever as the darkness holds the world in pause.

Tipping the balance,
With hordes ready at beck and call,
The war is declared her dark army amassed,
Her very presence invokes smoke and ash.

Dressed in robes of black,
Shrouded in shadowed darkness,
Hells fire burning in her hands,
The unearthly flames the only colour you will see where she stands.

The will of a viper and a heart of stone,
For her sins she will never atone.