Ominiscience
In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
The demon's breath, the devil's knives.
From realms unseen, they breach the night,
To sow their terror, to dim the light.
With eyes like fire, they stalk the land,
Their touch a curse, their grip a brand.
Innocent souls, they claim with ease,
Their laughter echoed through the breeze.
On wings of dread, they soar on high,
As screams below pierce the silent sky.
Their claws, like talons, tear apart,
As they feast upon the human heart.
The earth below, now stained with red,
With rivers flowing, the innocent dead.
Each drop a tale of pain untold,
As demons dance, their victory bold.
But in the hearts of those who fight,
A spark of hope, a guiding light.
For though the demons may have won the night,
The dawn shall come, to banish their blight.
So stand we shall, against the tide,
With courage strength, and faith beside.
For though the demons may have their way,
In the end, it's love that holds sway.
