The Holy War

The fires of war burned
Across the once-holy lands
It burned quite coldly
And consumed those in it’s path

“Oh gods, I will make you burn!”
The once-blacksmith churned
“You shall suffer the pain of the lost
And pay the greatest cost!”

The newly born power had anger
And fear was quickly anchored
In the gods once so high and mighty
But had fallen, not so lightly.

The gods began to surrender
And a void was quickly sundered
An abyss like no other
And home to the new power

“Oh gods, know that I will see you,”
The God of The Abyss said, smiling.
“Actions have consequences,
So if you perform an unworthy action…

Then I will be your deathly consequence,”