Apostolic Apocalypse

Spiders crawl beneath the skin
Of the dreaded harlequin
Weeping tears of blood and oil
Her words corrupt the sky and soil

Riding on an iron vulture
Is the soldier of the culture
Holding sword and holding book
He dares not at the woman look

A beast of steel and thunder
Seeks to soldier sunder
Clawing at the thoughtless clash
It breathes with smoke and ash.

The gates of time and of space
Forgotten in this hateful place
Shut the trinity away;
Such began the darkest day.