The legend he had heard so long ago
came rushing back to mind, as he recalled
an event he had thought of over the years.
It foretold this specific day in time,
it seemed, so he turned to his crystal ball.
The mage reached out his hands and waved them over
the scrying orb. If the old prophecies
were true, tonight would be the end of days,
and, with the precious implement, he was
able to view the length of the whole heavens
while he ran his hands in mystic passes
and manipulated it with his gestures.
Mist swirled around inside the crystal ball,
before a sight he recognized appeared
that showed the universe sprawled before him,
and he began searching for familiar stars
to find a pathway back to his home planet.
At last, the glowing, blue-green orb of Thule
came into view and he went stock-still
as he peered at the image. Just now, passing
the moon, there was an entity of sorts,
or giant asteroid, in its approach,
on a course to collide into the planet.
Though doom was imminent, he saw no reason
to let those worries cause him to despair.
If the old prophecy foretold correctly,
a grand renewal was destined to follow
and a better world rise up out of the ashes,
and its kingdom will last a thousand years,
while its people live in peace and harmony!
It is hopeless, he thought, and yet I fret?
O’, bless my soul, the end of days is here!
How wonderful it will be to behold!
With that, Zulton went to the tower top
and held vigil until the evening came,
when the night sky lit up with a great flash,
and the ensuing blast blew him away.