Skies darkened as the clouds shed ruby tears
In consternation and premonition Earth trembled
All souls still surviving felt the overflow of fears
in them. Seas rose as the mountains crumbled
Orcus appeared from the crevices spewing bubbly lava
Livings sought shelter far from the gods’ ire
But they were not safe even under their trusted cover
That was the promise of the arriving fire.
Religious ones bent, some knelt, and fearfully prayed
Ones of the bottle ran to have the last one, “one more for the road”
Each prepared, as they would prepare before being slayed
For none would survive, not the man, woman or toad
It was the ending of all ends
A ceremony none wanted to attend
