the Destroyer of Worlds

I have become the Destroyer of Worlds,
And even gods cast their gaze downward
In trepidation at the mention of my name.

Behold the vast expanse of my dominion,
Where the sands of time erode the mightiest of empires
Into whispers and dust.

Silence, my eternal consort, unfurls her cloak
Over the realms of existence,
Her touch as cruel as it is absolute.

I am the force that defies heaven's order,
The sower of seeds that sprout desolation.

The lesson of time is mine to impart,
Turning all to dust and bone,
Leaving naught but the echo of what once was.

The wind, my chariot, scatters the sands
Of countless ages,
Each grain a testament to the silence that follows my wake.

I stand defiant, a force unyielding,
Shaping the very essence of creation and decay.

To dust and bone, all shall return.

The names of kings and tyrants, once etched in stone,
Now lie still, bereft of flame.

Their whispers of glory, echoes of a fallen empire,
Are but hollow sounds in the vast theatre of oblivion.

I am the sage of the sands, bearing the solitude's yoke,
Dreaming of ruins in a world forsaken by hope.
A shadow's name, a legacy written in the annals of the void.

I am the Destroyer of Worlds,
At odds with God,
I weave the tapestry of the end,