Waiting out mortality

The void at the end of time.

Behold I am near, I am the taker of life.

I am the thief of all existence besieger of all walls.

I plundered the ancient citadels left carnage for the carrion feast.

I am the creator of ashen decayed mountain high pyres that once loved and wept, breathed in innocence carefree.

The unseen I will steal you in full glare of the potent sun, I wait on whispered signals to pluck you from your incarnate formed mortality.

The silent I will wisp in places dark swirls dust like in a gentle breeze, then will take you to all haven lightless void, no mercy is shown when I am evoked the end giver of time.

I am the eternity the mother of all fears, you feel me hiding effortlessly in sub plateaus of every thought.

Come with me when you see my faded worn face, I offer you no comforts in eternity locked out of time and place never to wander again in any living place.

I am the devourer of consciousness, the omega of all being.

Fear me, embrace me I wait for you regardless, one of my names is fate.