Darkness...

I behold the evil darkness, 

I behold the hellish witches.

Priests of Satan, dwellers of furnace.

Shining like pulsars and their glitches.

Demeaned in the past,

They have risen now.

Exempt from hell at last,

Unknown why and how.

Faces full of glee,

Facades very obnoxious.

From piety they flee,

And their will - atrocious.

Potions of woes,

Spells of death,

Prayers of throes,

Worship like that of Seth.

I foresee that day,

We are conquered by them.

Every plain, plateau and bay,

Is filled with those condemned.

Misty and black,

Amorphous and sooty

A shape they lack,

Indeed they're, the black beauty.

They lurk under the bellows,

Of hell and smother the men.

They've escaped from the gallows,

Unknown is how and when.

Alluded to the diabolic.

Eluded the mighty steer,

Of the humans in a click,

And this indeed shall posterity fear.

Didn't get the allusion?

Didn't catch the twist?

This is the infamous pollution,

The beautiful black mist.