Seven Short Steps to Ragnarok

 
My soul died screaming
Before my mind’s objective eye.

There’s a chance I might have saved it
Had I been inclined to try.

I was moved, as I recall,
To heave a fairly heavy sigh.

I had no tears to shed, though;
I’m just not that type of guy.

But something did replace it;
Sort of crept in, on the sly.

All I know, now, is never
Has my ambition soared so high.

I'll be selecting disciples, shortly.
No dilettantes need apply.