The calm always comes before the storm

But sometimes the calm is simple oblivion

And sometimes the storm isn’t a storm

Sometimes it’s an eruption

A powerful explosion that rips the sky

Hot lava sweeping over the earth

Burning in an attempt to melt the hearts of the wicked

The Gods’ anger fully unleashed

But sometimes a heart cannot be melted

A heart of ice is not a heart of stone

Burning makes only the black heart blacker

Thus the powerful survive

Continuing on to wreak havoc

Bringing inevitable destruction in their wake

Impending doom that faces the world itself

Anger that not even the Gods dare to challenge

Until the unchallenged become Gods themselves

But those blackened hearts cannot create 

Kill the true Gods and what is left?

Emptiness irreplaceable 

Damage irreversible

As they seek they find only themselves

In an attempt to gain more

They devour their own souls

The calm always comes before the storm

That is what they say

But sometimes the calm is ignorance

Ignoring the facts of reality

And sometimes the storm is a torturous eternity

A gaping tear in the fabric of time

Bound to suffer until like all stars it collapses on itself

Leaving a wrenching nothingness in its place