The End.

He climbed up the bony tree to grab the last apple,
Below him was piled debris and a vacant old chapel.

He targets the breathing to the core of the earth,
Causing the world to silence new birth.

He destroys the remaining planets, then away he swiftly flies,
Marking his new targets, liquid darkness fill his eyes.

He can't be seen and he can't be caught,
But full with keen, he is the onslaught.

Who could it be, causing demolition?
The one and only, death on a mission.