Tromp the roads
tromp the hills
all are mine.

My kind have
sucked the marrow of the world
drank the black blood of the earth
sank our teeth into its flesh
and harvested its air.

Nothing is barred from us.
The most initimate secrets
of the universe give themselves
to our pliant whisperings.
The very fabric of reality yields
to our gaze and machinations.

Seek not hide from me
for everything that is
and will be
is mine.

Travel the road
lonely and alone
surveying our holdings
with self-indulgent admiration
kings of the universe
masters of ourselves.