The End, Part 3

I remember when you held my hand,

As the lights went out one by one,

And when you told me it'd be okay,

As burning rivers of lava cascaded,

Engulfing all who stood in their way.

And how you covered my ears

From the cries of the dying,

While drying my tears of terror.

And you told me not to worry,

That you'd never let me

Be alone.