An angel falls from the sky above  
Landing like a bomb exploding  
Waves of fire to scorch the earth’s land  
Sending what ever is in its path to an ashy death  
Those not caught suffer  
A sickness which spews out their  
Fluids into a greasy pile before them  
Leaving only a rapidly decaying body  
To stench the air with rot  
Those who seem lucky to survive the sickness  
Are left to transform  
Into creatures unholy for evil  
To command  
The sky turns black as both worlds merge  
Fabled creatures come to life  
Roaming the land of a reborn world  
Waiting for the oncoming war  
Soon to take place