Cryptic Apocalypse

Onyx landscapes a world of woe
A plain of nocturnal desolation
Below a sky where life forever dies
A formless eden of excruciation
Stench of rot fills all your senses
Wander through tapestries of the insane
A barren world’s last harbinger
A prelude to it’s blackened face
Beneath the shadows thrown by darkness
Now formidable frozen forms
Crawl within the corpse of earth
Like maggots, snakes and worms
Useless pallid eyes seek out a sign of evidence
Wakeful peals of shaking worlds bring collapsing seething deaths
Under a moon of sanguine red
A death looms overhead
Its chill ruthlessly bites
Apocalyptic sights