Oceans Of Fire

On a far away distant shore, he watches the setting sun sink into oceans of fire
Cascading rippling rainbows of colour, from plasma to golden brown; to admire
Ending in waves, it's now the time of the eschaton, as the heat caresses his back
As the conflagrations behind him are the apocalyptic infernos of a nuclear attack
Napalm, pestilence, the plague and what came next was from a nightmare vision
Seen before, but forgotten, as he cursed them all with missiles of ballistic fission
Out of the low desert sun, he created a cataclysmic path, in his Revelations' wake
Furious flames climbed to the enraged gods in heavens, as the mountains quaked
Fire and brimstone scorched the earth, as the shore of hellfire was turned to glass
In the dying embers, of this dying day, even the dead desisted, as ghosts amassed
Rains of acid may well pour, on the cinders of the shire and the razed metropolis
Eventide awaits him now though, in the oceans of fire of his barbaric apocalypse