The first thing I smelled was scorched iron,
Then I felt a thickness without eyes,
sickness from nowhere,
a curse waiting all these years.  

I was ****** not to find the source.
Lost like kings,
and vicious warriors
of long ago.

I could hear the world,
suddenly a bright symphony,
but I could not move.
My legs failed me,
they just wouldn’t work.
The sun low in the winter sky.

Morning passed,
and I thought so this is how it ends,
this is what becomes of me,
my ruin finally almost complete.

no one to mourn,
no one to care,
some to rejoice,
and I can’t blame them,
this is the end I deserve,
the end I earned.

My ruin crafted long ago,
decision by decision,
act by act,
a prophesy at last fulfilled.

I wish things would hurry now,
every second now eternal,
thousands of years.
Hurry now, hurry now,
hurry.