As the shadows creep

A lot of the poetry I usually write is quite light, but this is my first poem where I allowed myself to become quite dark.

Something wicked this way comes
To the rolling of the drums
A rolling crashing din
Which brings to mind of man every lie and sin

Even as the dead rise to run
The living fall one by one
Fear or fright no one knows
As down the mountains an ill wind blows

Lovers part and feuds are forgotten
Enemies shake hands as trust turns rotten
Shadows breathe in the darkened light
that none know is day or night

O’er the lands of laughter and life
Creep twisted arms spawning wayward strife
Nothing is left but echoes whispering
Forgotten voices which deceive and cling. 

The land lies silent, grieving still
But the skies turn stormy, celebrating the kill
A war of worlds, but who shall win
When all has vanished and the last ghosts sing?