My only child, final lantern alit

The insect's waning beacon

Over my boundless, forever-fields

I embrace you at last

Drawn back to the everbeing

Unborn, and redead

Into a spiral convulsing, reabsorbed

Fire, which long lit your wayfaring path

Laps the land, leaving only its refuse

Smouldering and uncolored

Plague, soulborne curse that gnaws bone

Enslaving impulses to rage

Begets kinslaying

Dark, approaching negation

Envelops the remains of all form and making

All light banished, all heat dissipates

Nor pulse nor brеath endures

No, thesе fortunes I do not bequeath you

I shall vacate this plane, ascending to another

Having sown in each mind

A figment of my visage

Memory cascading down lineage, corrupting

Sickness simmering within each skull

For man's auger to expel

Eyeless may you crawl this rock

Each pinnacle scaled, preceding only subsidence

Until the path leads you downward

To earthen origins and final respite

Become, the heir of unmaking