Erysichthon

"Born of mephitic visions from whereso'er an incense-burning tree decrees; amongst the Levant, orients beneath the rising sun, far East and barbarians adorned in exotic, untamed skins. This Hadean appropriation demands its just due sinoffering for sinimmunity. Behold, the Earth-Tearer."

Annihilation is reborn like this —

When Worlds of hot and cold combust then combine,

Without any tempestuous frission or Metamorphoses divine.

Before me, earth uncoils and Heaven subsumes

In a place where stars align and as cold as bone

Return to their throne to be concealed from the Twilight, that ender, Ragnarok

And all it consumes. I've walked this world through Fire, Ice and Continental Divide –

And seen Angels whom faith and shame all cast aside; bestial and demon fussions

Interpreted as Celestial Hosts, or just self-consumed Devils afraid of becoming ghosts,

Who must feed on the Modern paradigm, but only starve and perish, forgotten by most.

The taste of madness overflown from the rim of an adamant chalice still lingers; which

From it ran endlessly like Dragon's blood which I had drunk in a Dragon's Palace.

Even in my most fondest dreams, ne'er visited or warned in any nightmare it seems;

Chaos, sinuous and decadent, prevails – unstoppable and inescapable,

From vices Hellbent or Heavensent.

So I forsake my Makers and wage war with Paradise's acres, on their Adamantium castles

Against gods, spirits and forbidden races alone and half drawn from life and little death –

But it is with this final blow I take my last breath, and see behind me what bears.

Behold the earth as it tears.

-Antitheus