He Awaits

Beware the one with eyes a flat twilight,
Positioned deep and far apart, haloed in night.
Two wicked gems that yearn to trick and tempt
No man or woman will be exempt
As cunning as his counterpart is kind;
Who walks the realms thinning line,
Tears of forgotten dreams do fuel,
The monsters appetite is never full.
Chaos was born of ash from his fire,
The sage of blight, misfortunes churlish sire.
He lingers in the dark fringes of our doubt;
The father of famine, the bringer of drought.
Immersed beneath a sea of masks and names,
That of which we cannot claim to tame.
Fastidious, he crafts the coming end;
When hell and evil do descend.
Awaiting faiths decay with eager lips,
As common and forgotten as an annual eclipse.
He darkens the skies, and summons the end,
A battle pursues, which only God can defend