Nemesis

I who walk in dark of cloud and dust
prosper in the end times. All the world
has crumbled and the road of this decay
is littered with the corpses and the dogs
where the sky has gone to black and ruin.

I walk alone. I wield the final flame,
my staff a spell of fire. See my eyes
are dark with gift and power of persuasion.
My face is hidden by the hood I wear.
My voice destroys the souls of all I pass.
I raise my hand and part this sea of graves.

I am the stranger of the final days.
I am the child of the weirding times
and anyone alive who sees my face
will breathe no more. Mine is superior state
of mind, superior purpose and the will
to conquer once again the conquered world.
For I am Nemesis, dark queen of woe.