Justice and Horror

It flew the distance, and stars outgrew, the great devourer that no one knew.

He limped the fields, forever crooked, he wore the gear of champions gone.

A sun and ant face now each other, one majestic, one cannon fodder.

Lives collide, lives are wasted, demons rampant, man is hunted.

Through the fields of blood and earth,
sheeps will die if not the herd.

Wolves turn back to deep the forests,
they won't come back in time the longest.

Bears cuddle inside dark caves, fish go below a thousand waves.

Beasts and people however hide,
In horror cry for one last time.

The final hour has at last come,
they thought they wanted of time some more.

For lives are spent without the question of what is worth of what is meaningless, we walk around and play along celestial waves, we clap for good we boo for bad we play the play.

And now is time for end of all to come to us, the play is sold, the masks are down, our race is gone.

The world will end, with you and me, now and forever. Our earth will leave a trace of shine none will remember.

Stars collide, stars are formed, spinning embers. If life returns no one will know that tears were shed, that life once shone amidst the universe cold and forever dark. None will know that you existed with life a spark.

No beast as sharks will ever rise, and never lion's mane will ever under the yellow sun shine,  your all beloved sea will float forever weigthless among the stars, among the great scene of crime.

We'll all be consumed and we'll all devoured, not even hell will ever be so ever foul.
As the horror the great devourer has brought to end, all life we know all worlds consumed with its hate rend.

But alas a man is tall to face the peril,  a man that knew no compassion and no delussions from fellow crippled, from all the women, from fellow men.

Forever ugly, forever crippled, he never knew the means of justice, the means of love if only a few. He grew with dark, sad emotions within his heart,  he limped away from our society always so stark.

He hid in pain, always resenting, our cruel manner, our cruel world and all that's in it.
He wished oh for so long we all should perish, leaving behind only the beasts only the seafish.

And nature kind, with all its children would all embrace him, as he is one, a beast and man,
A man or beastling.

But terror came and he still resents our despicable kind, but in view of the terror, in view of the ending he felt so right, his heart grew small for his own people, for his own kind.

And even still he viewed us humans with great a pity, for we were strong for we were reckless and oh so foolish, but brave we fought and tall we stood against our demons.

He thought of us as brainless children, forever petty, but all as children we would soon perish, and as baby cubs he thought of some that were not evil.

A gentle smile, a baby breastfed, a children laughs, a couple kissing amidst the dark of old a village, they escape the night and find the love that night provides, and days goes by, her belly aches.

Once a flat now swells with life, but pain acute and sweat falls her weary spine, she soon is ill and lover worried of why divine, a life so horrid before its face the light would shine. The woman dies before the childe is ever born, the man is weighted with a last request of the dying female.

Please forever care my child is innocent, whatever fate this cruel world would ever give him, teach the way of man of woman if need be. Love him oh so kind for he will know the good of berries, that parents' love in a cruel world such as this.

The cuts deep the belly swollen and a beast is born, a fiendish arm and monster's face and beasts' growl.

The man fulfills the woman's promise, all mixed with hate, his only love has now fallen, and a horrid child, a beastman cub is all that's left. He will teach him harsh, his love will soon decay.

But fate is funny but fate is twisted and unpredicted. His father taught him with iron temper and responsibility, his love was tough, his words were harsh but knwoledge granted.

And what more of love could one have asked of a man destroyed, who'd raise a beast without delay out of a promise.

A memory of love, that did him justice.

The champion stands the monster's gaze and soon defies it. With twisted back, with monstruous arms and horrid face.

The monster gnaws at champion's all, buildings collapse and sea turmoils, the champion jumps with mighty strength of thousand men, and in his ascent he clenches the blade of the fallen angel.

Devourer catches the glimpse of a falling man, a little shine a little speck could be of sand. It falls so rapid, almost a lightning, so unrelenting.
Devourer raises his face above and opens maw, the little speck becomes a form of a deformed man.

Justice and horror at a thousand feet, the greatest of monsters will justice meet, the champion of the fallen with horror sweats.

No escape no time to waste the blood is shed.

With one swift blow, devourer's face is now cut open, from head to gorge the fiend is dead, but in the path of gruesome bones and blood of acid, our champion falls now destroyed within an inch of death.

From a thousand miles the thunder growled, lightning struck the giant beast, faces turned and the sea stopped, there was a silence that could've spur the bravest's fear.

All demons fell, mankind witheld the very last line. Children grew, demons withdrew, peace at last.

The great cadaver, half the world almost crushed, its dying body now is a husk.

Among the bones of crushed maw and thousand teeth, lies now his body a great tomb for a manbeast.

For what was born of a dead body, dies at a corpse's wake. The legend grows a thousandfold among the rest, the champion of the fallen saved us all, he will forever be held as best.

All forever mourn the death of the crippled and statues are built, meanwhile in some of the cities the cripples are still.

Apart and not mingled with beautiful faces, for mankind is hard and endures all the time gives.
But lessons are learnt among the few paces, and united a crippled and sane walk now together.

Friends of the heart but not of the faces.

The end.