There is no value
No life in his all-knowing gaze
He’s plundered the world
Of all its disdain

For the past rolls and rages
With the bones of his youth
All quarreling to ash and cinder

The nights all loom for revenge
With the predawn’s of old
Thundering salvos
And its well-stocked prey

The nights flare red
With devilish embers
Rendering each day
So tired and vacant and stale

He has reaped the world in full
In the haze of his youth
Its horrors
A timeless blaze to endure