A Bitter End

Twisted shadow hands

that harness so much power,

their mission is to lead us

to that whirlpool of decay.

We can try in vain to flee,

to evade the lashing grasps

snapping at our heels,

but the outcome – it is fated.

His presence, toxic.

His touch, a poison;

snaking through this world

with cemented intentions.

As the silence closes in around us

and the lights they flicker weakly,

I swear I hear him chuckling,

another victim claimed.