Capstone

I destroy all around me.
I seek and always find.
I'm not always who I used to be.
I like to wander through my mind

The ends are always beginnings.
The day of death; I celebrate .
I'm betting on the winnings.
It was foretold straight from the gate .

I'm missing like the capstone.
Yet, a pyre in the midst.
An ancient echoing microphone.
A collection of all my wits.

The tourists all around me,
They question as I amuse.
I mock them as I folly.
I like to torture and abuse.

I destroy them with my riddles.
I flaunt what they can't find.
I masquerade and belittle,
Their useless simple minds.