Power of Eternal Death

This is actually a poem written for one of the people groups in the fantasy world in which I write short fiction. The people group are very dark, worshipping a very dark, bloody god. They are the single most influential power in this world, though they do not rule the world or any such thing, but they do command a large empire the effect of which can be felt across the world. This poem, 'written' by a fictional poet within the world who has yet to be named shows the people groups emphasis on and obsession with death.

Death succumbs to death
Darkness closes with the night
And the pit drinks me in
To drown within the void

Soiled blood for power drawn
Lines of worshipful cant
Renewing the force
Of death's ample grasp

Polished bones stand at dignified attention
Awaiting the silent bidding of war
Stentorian roar and battles clangor
Offer no detriment to death's embrace

Glinting white beneath the sun
Silent but for armor's metallic grate
Bone and iron marches forth
To stain the blazing sand with blood

Death ever follows after blood
That dark dragon drinking in the dusk
Lesser beings fall beneath the tide
Of war's eternal remembrance

The arms of men and giants
Hold no power against our god
Great Sehalel marches on before
And ever after follow the Neshelim