Call of the Wyrm

An unleashed scream echoes through the valley Rallying cry of the wyrm Confess your madness In shearing bouts that cleave mountains Leaving them asunder Fire storms rage, scorching terra Lighting strikes arc across the sky, in disjointed bolts Lava spews from Hephaestus’s furnace The ever imposing demon lord sits atop his molten necropolis Come forth armies of calamity Wreak havoc across the continents Melt earth into hell, and suffocate the heavens with poisonous smoke Ever impending doom speeds across the horizon Flee in terror Though it be in vain A light in a maelstrom What chance, might you have?