Master and servant, one to become
Hold, in essence, worldly despair
Reverberations of the thunderous drum
Thy hourglass measures existence ere
Wrapped in fate, apocalyptic song
Granted escape, internal throng
Shielded to cosmic emanation
Seed of impending usurpation
Master and servant, one to succumb
Lack, in essence, an unaccounted heir
Reverberations within, falling numb
Attenuations await final prayer
Tucked away in black lyetus hence
Beneath the stone, rising vehemence
From youthful whispers: Revolution
Forth from the isle, bearing emetic potion
For the sky shall darken and the light shall fade
Come hither and nearer thou end of days.