[?7hThe World's Final Choices

The world's last finale,
When all thing are done.
All life's many plotlines,
Merging to one.

One final fanfare;
The rise of the dead
An army of spirits,
A God at their head.

The mortals' endeavor
To stave off their fate.
Is falling far short:
Too little, too late.

So for this last battle,
The stage has been set
But I am unwilling to enter it
Yet.

The two ways to end this:
Die slaves, or live free.
The fate of this whole world is
Resting on me.

-Crow
-HAiL