I stood upon the mountain,

Watching the land that sprawled

Beneath my feet.

It was burning,

A raging inferno.

The ascension of smoke

Shadowed the azure skies,

A black shroud that obscured

The sight of heaven.

I could feel the heat

Emanating from the sea of flame.

It touched me like a caress

From an artless lover,

Lingering on my face.

The scorching wind

Ripped through my long mane

Of crimson hair,

Whipping the heavy strands

Against my body.

The fire was beautiful,

Dancing shades of cerise,

Vermilion and aureate,

Ever changing.

It was alive, vital

But it writhed and twisted

With an endless hunger

That can never be satiated.

We are the same.

I cannot be gratified

Until the world dissolves

Into a million pieces.

I have been brought forth

To shoulder your pain.

Now it is my turn

To do the same.

Life is a gift granted

And it can be taken away.

I have been chosen

For Armageddon.

It is my destiny,

Do not seek to stop me.

Heaven wept upon the land

In distress and grief.

Its tears fell,

Shattered drops of rain.

I hear a sound.

Laments, prayers,

Humanity is mourning.

Seeking, reaching for

Its forgotten creator.

Plead your sins,

Cry out to the sky and

Feel the earth tremble,

As I rend the world asunder

With my touch of evil.