Azrael

Okay, this poem is a bit dark, just letting you know ahead of time. Okay, here goes.

His veins run with sludge…
The world trembles in his wake…
His very whispers cause death to any who hear them…
His name is their fate…

His eyes are two drops of blood…
His creation was from the heart of chaos…
Any who come, slaughtered at his feet…
His name is their fate…

The moon is destroyed from his power…
The stars fall at his command…
Raining down upon those near and far…
His name is their fate…


His body, burned at the stake…
Given the power of a god by his will…
He now rises again, to make the world pay…
His name is their fate…

Stealing the power of the reaper…
His hair as white and pale as his skin…
His cloak, as black and savage as his heart…
His name is their fate…

A world of divine order, brought to primal chaos at his whim…
The terror in their eyes as they are obliterated…
Their tears, feeding him…
His name is their fate…

The demon inside of him begs to leave…
The world petrifies with each of his footsteps…
The world becomes a frozen wasteland…
His name is their fate…

The end of the world, so to speak…
A time when the rich and poor are the same…
He laughs at their pleas…
His name… is their fate…

Azrael

So... what do you think?

inconsistency with the length of each line makes it kind of awkward to read fluently

It was fine but a bit repetitive.