I have seen it:

  A grey planet, as old in wrath and grief

  As any hell.

  Disease and war

  Have now repaid to thieving time

  The breath of all its peoples;

  A shadow delivering now

  the hopes and wishes of all

  To one decay

  in Fate's abysmal vault.

  And I shall have it all.

  Like thunder on the sunset,

  Death's wings spread and

  stifle half the light in the sky,

  On the further stars,

  a black shadow is cast,

  But I shall set my course

  on worlds unknown in the

  outer infinite,

  and there conquer

  The author's tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

  the ever-changing spheres and shifting spaces -

  though the mad planet and

  its writhing peoples

  should be destroyed-

  I shall abide

  And on immortal quests fly

  into the dark.

  Neither as cold nor as kind as ours,

  The stars of those forgotten hours.

  The peace and pallor of the flowers

  of life that have fevered

  and been marred

  by the stain of humanity's shadow,

  the distilled malice and blight

  of the infernal and wretched regard

  of a cooling sun,

  as their corpses stare

  with empty, worm-eaten eyes,

  halted in a timeward march

  to oblivion, preserved only

  to observe

  my ascension

  as King of all The World.