The Throne

There sits on the highest and furthest point a throne-
a throne, like no other.
Its structure is that of the purest gold and pearls-
Pearls, unlike an other.
The throne is enough to feed for millennia-
millennia, of light and joy.
The throne is enough to clothe the universe-
The universe, with pious robes.

The throne is so great, such might it holds,
It's Owner's light and might, no one can disown.
For the Owner is not crooked like many are,
The Owner is more fair than all gods people own.
The Light of that Owner is brighter than the sun,
for He is the illuminator of the illuminator of this earth.

If that Owner were to lift his mercy,
If he was to simply deprive the throne,
None could resist, 
The cosmos shall be left undone.
The universe shall crumble within,
Time shall perish with its course.

The Fires of Persia would be blown out,
a single blow of a bird shall suffice.
The throne of Rome shall crumble,
to a single fragile life.
The palaces of India shan't stand tall,
in front of the Black house.

The rivers of Indus shall merge with the Nile,
and then be vanished with no trace.
Kailash and Tur shall be left to stand,
until burnt, reduced to ash.
Jerusalem and Varanasi shall lose light,
over their inhabitants they shall fall.

The skies will be dimmed out and scattered,
the earth shall be ruptured inside out.
The universe shall collapse in on itself,
light shall fail, darkness shall be lost,
For the Owner has taken off Mercy,
The Same Owner of That Noble Throne.