He sat within the holy temple,
The glow from the radiation proving better than candles.
He smirked with self-satisfaction,
He had tried to warn those heathens of their coming doom.
No one listened,
They thought him mad.
Now they were suffering for their sins,
Running or fighting for their miserable lives.
Oh how he wished he could tell them all,
"I told you so."
The satisfaction of being correct would have been pure ecstasy,
To be savored for years to come.
Alas, he knew well that this will never happen,
It was the end of the world, after all.