Deathwing

Darkness.
Constriction.
Restraining affliction.
Elements that burn and keep its attention.

Power.
And might.
With a hatred of light.
Eyes of fire and soul dark as night.

Demons.
The undead.
They quake with their dread.
The mad one's true strength is so far ahead.

Madness.
And rage.
His hate knows no age.
The passing of aeons the turn of a page.

Sadness.
Such sorrow.
And there is no tomorrow.
He bursts from his cage with the crack of earth's marrow.

His wings are stretched.
And his powers are freed.
The world it doth tremble at such terrible greed.

Ancient powers waken.
But such stead they do give him.
Terrible revenge, lay the world to its ruin.

MORTALS AND IMMORTALS, TIME TO BE RUNNING.
FEAR THE RETURN OF THE GREAT BEING DEATHWING.