The Dead King

In the valley of dead things
Under the shifting bruised sky
Something not living
Nor dead
Issued it's cry

The order of things
in this orderless here
Was shattered
By something
Which knew nothing of fear

Respect for the old things
The darkest of the slain
Not given
Or considered
For it is their bane

Onslaught relentless
It thirsts for their end
Tearing ripping
They drop
Under red claws that rend

Till nothing is left
Only bodies in the night
The army of dead
Surrender
To its might