he sees the directions obscured by the veil of stars
inaccessible to common men
the greedy universe tempts us with the one right path
how easy it is to get out of the way
when our eyes are blind and our senses fail

he sees the time as it coils around us,
brushing our bodies and our minds
inexorable, unchanging, cruel
aeons or years, days or centuries, what they really matter?

when he arrives
empires will crumble, monuments fall
as his sacred crysknife
will pierce the heart of infinity