Cyclops (Words Upon Waking From A Dream):

Don't ask me what I see
For it will break your heart
As it did mine
All I see is death at the
End of time
And myself holding the match...

When all that was precious
Is written in the stars
Long dead seas of light
That brighten through the heavens
Untill the final luminary flushed out
It is my destined lot the gift of foretelling
That a seer may only see the end

The walls torn down
The atom split
For matter to touch
Antimatter
For flesh to touch
Spirit

For all I see is the end of love
If not the death of lovers

And for all that is
Winked out in a moment
And that is all...