Last Meal of the Apocalypse

The Creature sat upon an immense onyx throne craving, waiting, lusting its stubby fingers clutching at the arm rests The hour had come the meal arrived despite my protests the Creature after countless eons was finally served its long-awaited repast Guzzling, Drooling, slurping the Creature devoured the contents of the crystal bowl and shudders broke into stinging beads of cold sweat upon my neck Content and crazed the Creature belched and stared at us all doomed souls prey to our naiveness victims of our best intentions the sky shattered like glass rainbow shards falling into springing fountains of blood that spewed forth from the earth cackling madly the Creature knew the End had arrived the long-forgotten prophecy was now at its head and mortals shrieked and ran as the onslaught began and as I sank beneath the frothy scarlet ichor that rolled over the streets like ocean waves I only had a moment to curse the day we gave that damn rabbit his bowl of Trix.