The swarm

Cast dread to sever ties
Enslave to crush the force
Incensed by the wretched
Few that feeds the beast in all of us
Long lost the blinded faith
Far gone the common ground
Forewarned of this cold wind
Still caution drowns in the dark of night
Here lies our king of kings

Succumb to rot
Quartered and stoned
Witness the judgment beckoned
Far across the fall has come
The crows of black will seize the throne
Behold these splintered lines
Of steel each on a path their own

The blur is all we see
Yet firm we lay in our own filth
Release the dragons fire
To bring the kingdom to its knees
Here lies our king of kings
Succumb to rot
Quartered and stoned
Witness the judgment beckoned
Now beckoned - our sentence
Bring the kingdom to its knees
We set fire to the reigns
For one – a personal reckoning
For one of the least of these
A death swarm for our personal reckoning