Hands Of Destiny Poem by Alex Lawrence

As I stand alone, the blood shall rise.
The shadows falling from the skies.
As the night slips away, the darkness grows near,
Through the shadows of our fear.

The beast has risen from the grave,
the souls of the dying cannot be saved
Through his eyes he can only see,
A world of pain and misery.

The forgotten souls, they still remain,
Into the night they call out my name.
The hands of destiny reach into the night,
to make their eternal sacrifice.

As the night, it turns into day,
Into the shadows, time slips away