I am Death

I have been starving for Aeons,

Gnawing at worlds and stars,

Whole Galaxies devoured

And yet I

Am still Hungry.

What else is left for me?

Lives burn and turn

To Ash and Rot,

Fading to Gray.

And yet I come,

Yet I come.

It is my Duty

To clean the Cosmos

Of the Filth and Scum,

Of the Gods and Angels.

Saint or Sinner, all succumb.

All fall into my Wings.

Fear me not, Mortal

Speck of Cosmic Dust,

For I appear to all

And you mean nothing to me.

I am Death

And all fall into my Wings.