When the world is burning to ashes,

And the darkness, which slowly consumes everything in it path;

Roars, savouring the meal to come,

As everything around him turns, and becomes one of it’s own.

“Night Comes,” is the voice chanting in the miasma as people,

Dying, lay around helpless; All they remember is that

Power, is a bottomless chasm in which

Everything can drown and even the mightiest can fall.

And with this belief strengthening their souls, they

Call out in defiance, as they wait for his demise, as they wait

Everyday, with fire in their hearts, till the end of days…