For three days and three nights I dwell in the gullet of the earth. As the fruit dissolves inside me and the vines of the tree wrap around me, I am gestated. This is my last hour as a human. I know it in my heart but more than that - I can see it.

I look down at my blood-soaked hands through a red haze and my eyes see through the layers of tissue. The skin, the muscle, the bone, my very marrow - every single cell in my body is mutating. The nuclei are shifting and bulging, even changing colour. Finally, I can shed my old skin and be born anew. Be something greater.

I have taken the last step. This long hellish night has come to an end now that I have reached the tree and the Moon.

Humanity is done for. You have struggled and laboured for thousands of years in abject misery, all for this night. On this night, there will be an end as well as a beginning and I shall soon rise to a bloody red dawn.

I feel every mortal shell left in London quake. Every struggling human. Every freakish and pained lifeform. Every enraged freak. Every arachnid giant. All are touched by my powers within their hearts. They have not seen my image but they know I am upon them. I bring thee good tidings, oh struggling ones! The King has come, wielding the majesty of death as his arrow.

The vines open and I make my ascent. I have become triumph incarnate.

Behold, give me thine awe. I am Ozymandias, the Great Red Dragon, the Prowling Lion that tramples down over thee. In blood, I have written the legacy of my deeds, and thence, bloody, cruel and invincible, I come to view my kingdom and look out upon the stars. Power is to me a bow and death my dart.

My barb flies up into the heavens and back down to shower the earth in splinters. Each being is struck, arrows passing through metal, stone and flesh to find their target. Nothing but dried husks remain as spirits are ripped from the prison of their bodies.

The city of my birth is the first wound, the first mortal blow upon this earth. Soon, I shall make of this universe a festering corpse and thus in abject Death shall I rule.

I am the Dream of man. The Nightmare of man. The fruit of thy orchard. Extracted sparks of potential made into a glorious whole. The power to pass through the night with a yearning heart and pitiless ambition is granted to me and, thus, I have earned the bright day of My Lordship.

Like a star I fly. I am the last light of all living things.