Dark Rule

I lay waste to all who displease me.

     I make haste of all who would appease me.

I gladly taste the spray from your decapitation.

     I bask in your feeble attempt at retaliation.

Be it child, woman, or man -

     All shall perish by my hand.

     With the scorching singe of my burning brand.

     Nothing will remain but bloodied land.

Far and wide my blade will roam,

     I pity you not, as you rot and foam.

For wrathful vengeance has been unleashed;

     No one escapes destruction from the Beast.