Tendrils shoot out of his fingertips,
And great sheets of teeth form themselves
Into malignant bladed wings.
He takes one look upon the mangled crowd
Before covering his deep red eyes with
A strip of cloth.
His wings unfolded,
He opens his bloodied ears
To hear through the agony
The endless beating
Of their incessant hearts.
He swoops upon him,
Snatching his torso off of his legs
And dragging his wretched half-body
Into the black clouds of Oblivion.