Lord loss

Destruction,
Foul
Snarling beasts,
They hunt
Feed on humanity
Magical creatures
Claws so sharp,
Human recognition
No imagination
Release bodies of our corpes

Foul beasts hunt us down
Slash our stomaches open wide,
Play with our dead bodies and howls with glee,
But one in particular hides in the shadows
He feeds differently,
He watches us cry and grief for the dead
Human sorrow is his source of food

Lord loss,
A creature of magic
Feeds on our sorrow,
Blood red skin,
No legs, thin strips of flesh instead
Eight red arms, flesh again,
Blood ouzes from cracks
Main feauture, His hole in his chest
No heart
Snakes
Hissing snakes
Slither in his heartless hole
Lord loss is..

The End Of Humanity!