Constructor of My Own Chaos

My fire snorted and all is still, Chaos does come; lull in the hills. My mother weeps & daddy cries, Not peace nor love seen in the skies. Looking on stirred, with jaws agape, As blood does stain my flowing cape. A laugh echoes around & around, A serpent’s grin, with malice crowned. ‘Come! There is place for us now, Where Chaos can rule and avow.’ Scanning left, right, left and down, There was none a soul around! I search within and find us there, The architects of this despair.