Portent of Betrayal

I see them falling I fear my own demise A thorax, pierced by the last blade Ending the hoax of undeath Consuming stagnation extending Clutching every breath You have not been forsaken It is I who lies in wait For your descent I am he who shows you kindness Should you ever rise to the kill again As I silently wither My demon subsides And my kin Hear my laughter Now I depart Forever to dust