Epitaph

The hour of ablution draws near

No more seen, no more seer

The time has come, the bugle blown

I wait on my unearthly throne

I oversee the all-pervading curse

I observe the dying universe

Let it scream and watch itself die

I sit idle as time passes by

Mankind has no distinction

All its forms must face extinction

With great menace and a great rumble

The skies fall and the mountains crumble

First the seas dry, then the forests burn

Birds and beasts await their turn

The great plague leaves none

And they fall one by one

None of this perturbs my mind

Set in motion, the wheels of death grind

The Gods themselves abandon their empire

As it slowly engulfs itself in fire

The winds spread the fire further along its path

Moving furiously in their wrath

Sweeping life away for good

Seeing it end, as it should

I block the Sun and extinguish light

The cold darkness offers no respite

The burnt world is dead and frozen

Its final burial I have chosen

Now I boast of my feat

The destruction of the world complete

I point at the world and laugh

As I write its epitaph