Wrath

An ancient force awakens
that used to be buried six feet underground.
Try to turn the other way and run
yet you might be yanked off your feet before you even make a sound.

Icy stares like daggers sear into your soul
as the creature looks deep into your eyes.
No point in struggling to break free from its grip
you scream as you meet your demise. 

It wanders the plains of the Earth
not returning to where it came from until after it fills its' promise.
It's required that it gathers many souls for a great harvest
in which, that's only being honest.

True to what it really means
it's just doing the will of its' dread master.
Maim, decapitate, burn, shock, slash, hack
bringing about the plague, starvation, fear, hate, war, and disaster.