This house was empty save for me

In my palm I kept the key

Writhing winds the rafters rammed

The heavy door I locked and slammed

The stars turned black behind the clouds

I turned the music up too loud

The corner church rang rapture tones

Called the Christians flying home

The atmosphere was snapped in two

Oceans rose, flurries flew

The coastline sank into the sea

On my palm I felt the key

Mothers rose up from the depths

Monsters clutched their young and wept

The sun glowed white on smoking land

I kept the key pressed to my hand

As all the world lay fiercely dead,

"I need an hour alone," I said.