Warhammer

It’s raining blood from up above
He's pacing the battlefield
His cemetery playground
Taking count a second time
Of those strewn across the ground
Grinning under the metal 
Laughing amidst the sounds

The slightest move or groan
From the maimed in agony
And he’ll bring his Hammer down
Like Thor himself he swings

In a lake of blood and comfort
Alone he finds himself
None had even a chance

The clouds are black with anger
The gods you denied are here
The thunder shakes the earth
The sadistic beast is birthed

You can hear him scream from afar
Above the dying and the scared
He’s lost his mind in battle
Bloodthirsty, blood dripping, he’s sipping
On the life of his enemies
A fuel that’s much too much

His rage is more than any man
Can stand against and take
His grip is a bond of iron
His breath is steaming fire

His hammer is matted with hair
Skull fragments lay everywhere
pulverizing repetition
For mercy, he does not care

A victim reaching up
Pleading for his life
Gurgling his last breath
Before the words are spoken
His actions bring the silence

After all are dead
None are left
He’s all alone out in the field
Soaked to his shins in red
Piled layers are all the dead
He screams at the sky
With his arms out to his sides
Wondering why
No more have come to try
All that follow are the flies
As he silences the last cries