Henceforth i shall be known to all as doom.

The fire that cracks the brick.
The destiny of clay.
The concussions to a crack,
that where homes, but yesterday.

Mighty are all who hold at bay,
the songs that are tomorrow.
Mighty all who come this way,
for they find only sorrow.

Into the sea, off cliffs of peril.
They who destine too,
all of the not of knowing.

Those, the reckless few.

For I the horror that they meet,
with my opened arms.
Will disarm, the hope of then,
and relent to just resolve.

So on a knee to all i am
and find my name be time.

You ask for form, my face is such, while both my hands align.