"The light grew old
And the hour itself reeked of pure finality..."
The air was still, breathing unease
Of oblivion's glacial release
And a promise of gravecold serenity
Among the lost, the tombless few
Granted a sight, a perfect view
To feast our eyes on a world scale demise
For what were we if not mere flies
Upon a storm bound to arise
Set to unfold from the very tomb of time
I witnessed the d**h of the tyrant
Sans fear beheld the fading light
Bereft and left for the d**h to take us
'Cross distances unseen
To worlds beyond this ether
On the broken wings of a dream
For the hour is upon us
Cimmerian night unveiled
And all shall be redone
Where past creators failed
Lay down and embrace the d**hlong sleep
For time has come for this crop to be reaped