The Web

Evil sits with sore sides in the treacherous comfort of his black hole
He spins his web of war
Threatening to devour a blissfully ignorant planet light-years away

A battle rages atop the world's highest peak
Insatiable giants sit across from grim reapers dressed like Robinhood
The distressed stone chairs have yielded to the shape of their inhabitants
They send pawns plummeting for hours until they obliterate on impact
Sentient puppets quiver before their enemies and their own rulers alike

All reside together at the precipice
Their lungs have adjusted to the lack of oxygen and their blood runs hot
Once you might not have known one from another
But a thousand cities have been raised, conquered, and destroyed
Now, they resemble Shakespearian families in Verona
Driven apart by greed and death

At sea level, the spectators become participants
Transfixed, gazing with wide weepy eyes, open mouths, flared nostrils, and bared teeth
Irises wilting in their chests
Making investments and declaring allegiances

Giants, reapers, pawns, and spectators all scream into oblivion
Evil's eggs are decaying in their weakened souls, a host for his kin
Fear and hate join Evil's cackle, ringing like a dog whistle across the universe