The death of a blazing power
that believed itself unsurpassed
in might and karmic tenure
found out its beliefs were skewed
and its creator knew of the folly
that resisded in its white-hot core.
For though it lived for eons
giving reason for the emptiness
known to hold the deams of
the innocent and forsaken alike
time held no special place in
its stone heart for the wanton
whims of those meant to claim
memories of its children as its own.
So after giving life all this time
it destroyed its favored creations
in a beautiful cataclysm of
energy and colors better used
to fuel the vice of the infinitesimal
as they drove headlong into self-destruction.
After the loss of love
it became what it vowed to never be
a stealer of all once held dear
a theif of light
and those who need it.