I.

The world ended
In a quick, icy death
When the gods

Destroyed the sun
And came down
To judge us.

II.

They descended,
Wisp-like and ethereal,
From a luminous amoeba

Pulsating overhead,
Hovering over the dead,
Waiting

For their chittering minions
To usher their gods down
From the heavens

To see their offering
Laid out in a spread,
Paralyzed

With a neurotoxin
Keeping us awake
And alive

While they
Ravenously devoured us
Till we desiccated.

III.

Afterwards,
They tore their minions apart
In an aerial tug of war,

Their translucent bodies
Heavy with blood, darting
Like fireflies in starlight

Until one was slashed open,
Raining crimson
Onto the pristine white snow.

IV.

All we could do
Was watch the massacre
From our space station

And hope to God
They would not notice us
Orbiting the Earth

Before we froze.