Some say the world will end in Azvosh,
Some say in Czjetija's chilling embrace.
From what I've seen of war's fierce birth,
I hold with those who favor Earth's malaise.

But if we're doomed to Czjetija's plight,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction, blight
By Ohlsana's hand would be our fate.

Yet if ylem's power we can't contain,
And Dreikathi forces rend the sky,
The end will come with thunderous strain,
And the leylines will shatter with a sigh.

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 12th of Haernos, in the year 2 AC.