Lich King V: Stalemate

And in time, the shell of Earth
 Continues to rattle with war
 Dead world under a dead sky
 Nothing here worth fighting for
 Five point four billion years
 of unending battle and siege
 Unrelenting and immortal
 Triumph remains out of reach
 All the horizon is filled with an eye
 which watches, unblinking and red
 Swollen, distended, the giant grows larger
 and brushes the exosphere's edge
 The two last things in the world,
 so consumed with the fight, fail to notice the sun
 has eclipsed all the sky with its solar flares skirling
 Earth's final hour has come
 War wages on
 The corpse lord, the Lich King
 grows weary at last of the game
 Grasps the nature of stalemate
 Victory cannot be claimed
 The Nucleomancer
 too young to be bored with the bout
 Goes on, unthinking,
 Not knowing his enemy's doubt
 The King forms an idea while the
 fireballs burst and the acid rays sing through the air
 A lateral plan for a straightforward monster,
 foe must remain unaware
 Waiting for a fury from the solar storm
 He will take wounds and seem to fall
 And, once seeming defeat