The light had fallen,
No stars in the sky
nor the moon that shone.
It was quiet; no sound,
but the wind blowing.
With dark intentions
lingering in thick air.
There was no peace.
There was only uneasiness.
And the screams pierced through the night.
He killed them all.
The innocence scarred;
And life full and rich, swiftly taken.
His eyes held no remorse.
His eyes held only power.
He did not stop.
He did not cower.
He killed them all;
No mercy, no regret;
He killed them all.
But he thought he had it all.
He thought he would win.
Everyday he thought,
Everyday he killed.
And everyday he suffered.
He was not certain,
And Death was waiting.
His awaited Fate impatient.
Then, his eyes held nothing,
for he was dead.
For he was dead,
there was no point of returning.
For he was dead,
he could not harm anyone, anymore.
He was gone forever, far from our lives.