Oppenheimer knelt before death as the destroyer of worlds. As only Ozymandius stood previously. He was anointed, and found guilty The curse to challenge and defy Death's wisdom and mercy... To usurp "the bringer" Required only a more certain demise Several had met the challenge to arrive on the Black Dais, But death himself remained triumphant Asbestos, mesothelioma, lawyers, Each took their place but never challenged Perdition directly Until one so overtook him Hell shook Oppenheimer from it's shoulders The place itself defying it's judges. Discarding death with him Oppenheimer - prime acolyte of the light Who could best even death at being the inevitable and unenviable end Except life and light herself Vitae stood guilty in her own judgement Dismissing the darkness into half-forgotten memory A shade now unchallenged, an undeniable answer Her frail form untethered, and expanding into decay. Vitae cleft her left arm Forming it into an inkwell And shaping her right into a quill She began to write her story again... "Let there be light"