I stand Alone on This Barren Peak

An Old poem I wrote, one of my earliest.

*I Stand Alone On This Barren Peak*

I stand alone on this barren peak.
Watching the dust swirl beneath.
The parched earth and broken creeks,
Was this the future I did seek?

As I look back on my early days,
This dead world thus meets my gaze.
The howl of the wind, This lifeless land,
The billion ghosts of these burning sands.

My mind it was so thus made up,
As my finger pressed the button stub.
I wanted to rid this world of us,
And so the moment came to pass.

Somewhere in the depths of space,
Tiny rockets flared to life,
So began the end of all we faced,
The final end of all this strife.

The comets hurtled towards the Earth,
Their unchangeable will brought to bear,
The looming threat of boiling surf,
The death of all that we did care.

Only the best could board the ships,
The cream of the crop, And those in kind.
But what of the billions they had left behind?

The people cowered behind their pride,
Believing the lies of their planets strength,
Thinking that it could surely stand,
Against a foe with such puny rank.

But that we know, was not to be,
Their scientists were never right,
Only later did they see,
That the comets had just too much might.

The people then screamed in pain,
As the hammers smashed into their world,
They cursed me as their eternal bane.
As the fire through their planet whirled.

I danced with glee, for I had wrought,
The final victory, the final thought.
My enemies were down on Earth,
While I was sure of my spaceships worth.

But now then, I cannot say,
That I am happy with my old ways.
For with the death of the planet Earth,
Was born a new thing to curse.

There was no one left for me to hate,
No assassins for me to kill,
Only storms that wont abate,
And glassy plains with brainless krill.

And over the years the loneliness came,
As I walked round this world of mine,
Picking up skulls of nameless foes,
Fishing bones from the poisoned brine.

Eons passed with me standing there,
With an empty feeling in my heart,
The pain of loss too much to bear,
For my love and I were worlds apart.

When the survivors left this horizon bleak,
They had vowed to one day kill the freak.
So now when I see their ships again,
I think about the friends theyve lost,
And the revenge that they would surely seek.

So I stand tall against the wind,
As their ships slowly circle in,
And I welcome them with open arm,
And so this world becomes my cairn.