The End

In my den, black as pitch Someone disturbs my slumber Rock breaks on rock Laughter filters down Silly mortals Bring what time will not allow For I must sleep A thousand more years From my den, a roar of anger Surely now they will leave? Let me sleep Peace No, more rocks It is too late I am awake I claw a path to the sky Stupid humans Now marks the end of the world But first, perhaps a snack