I have seen it:

A grey planet, as old in wrath and grief

As any hell.

Disease and war

Have now repaid to thieving time

The breath of all its peoples;

A shadow delivering now

the hopes and wishes of all

To one decay

in Fate's abysmal vault.

And I shall have it all.

Like thunder on the sunset,

Death's wings spread and

stifle half the light in the sky,

On the further stars,

a black shadow is cast,

But I shall set my course

on worlds unknown in the

outer infinite,

and there conquer

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the ever-changing spheres and shifting spaces -

though the mad planet and

its writhing peoples

should be destroyed-

I shall abide

And on immortal quests fly

into the dark.

Neither as cold nor as kind as ours,

The stars of those forgotten hours.

The peace and pallor of the flowers

of life that have fevered

and been marred

by the stain of humanity's shadow,

the distilled malice and blight

of the infernal and wretched regard

of a cooling sun,

as their corpses stare

with empty, worm-eaten eyes,

halted in a timeward march

to oblivion, preserved only

to observe

my ascension

as King of all The World.