The Coming of Chaos

The Coming of Chaos
I stand at the fate of a dying world.
I look upon a sky that wears the colour of devastation.
Loud mumbles are heard that were chanted ages ago.
The moon is dancing in a chaos of visions,
bloodred colours that penetrates mind and soul my head is to explode,
my body dies.
It's coming, the coming of chaos.
Chaos come, chaos come closer.