David Marsh Thunder sounds his warning in the distance, And spirits flee the hall. Divas steal to stone their places back upon the walls.
Demons swirl into mosaic tiles on the floor.
As titan drones nearer his return. Only chalice flames remain To greet the storm. And wonder if the flames will stand To shake hands with behemoth When he returns. In disregard of dangers bent Upon the door. Sudden is the crash that robs the moment Of their playful touch, Ripping corridor in flood Of blackest winds and rains that bring An end to brazen flames.