At one point
The world was supposed to end
The stars fall
The moon and sun explode
The fires in the center of the Earth
Erupt forth and consume the lands
And the oceans and lakes dissolve
And all the world
Would descend into madness
But the ending of the world
Rests on the shoulders of a man
Both corrupt yet just
Both full of hatred and full of light
He knew what responsibility
Was on him
He knew the power
Was in him
To save and destroy the world
He chose the dark road
And realized too late
That the fires would
Consume him too