Qui Devorat
Terrarian
Ok, reaper man.Can you make me a poem (Me being death)
A shadow swoops and sweeps
Over these grassy lands
Turning wood to ash
And grassy soil sand.
A skeletal void
That brings battles to their end
And dragging to the other side
Souls struggling to amend.
Devastation and entropy
Under one banner
Slinking through the dark
In a cheerful manner.
And holding it's eternal breath.
And as I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
I Fear No Evil.