Laying Waste

I will warn you only once.

Do not stand in my way.

If called upon,
I will tear the fabric of this world apart
with my bare fists,
and throw it in God's face
to spite him with his own love.

When the horn sounds,
I will rend the flesh and gristle
from the bodies of men and monsters,
and use their remnants to decorate my clothes
and paint my face in blood.

I am warning you, just this once.

Open wounds and razed earth are riding in my wake.

And if you should stand before my horse,
I will not spare you.