He perched high upon his tower of doom
With a glazed gruesome smile  
The window of the world at his feet
Wallow earth wallow
A fine job done indeed

What have we done? ..where do we go?
So many wars
So many useless conflicts
Wasted sons to fathers breath
Mothers wailing ....fear regrets

Famine ..hunger and much the greed
He had done well ...very well indeed
Still perched he rubbed his hands
Laughing at the stupidity of the
So called human race  

Smoke escaped his horns in anticipation
A baited fiery breath held
What next to tempt his bitter
twisted tongue
A lighting bolt of laughter escaped him
The  storm was coming