[Intro]
[Fast bass enters alone; guitar and drums join after the CEO snaps his fingers.]

[CEO]
“Interesting. Disturbing. Strong visual identity.
Can you make it actionable?”

[Verse 1]
The CEO enters at seven-oh-five,
A man professionally certain he’ll always survive.
He studies the wolf and he studies the flame,
Then asks whether Ragnarok has a shorter name.
“End-state event” is the phrase he prefers.
“Less myth, more metrics, more ownership verbs.”
He circles the serpent, then looks up brightly:
“Could you finish the future by Friday?”

[Pre-Chorus]
[Odin]
The sea will cover the executive floor.
[CEO]
Add three workstreams and quantify more.
[Odin]
The wolf will swallow the sun from the sky.
[CEO]
Give me a heat map explaining the why.

[Chorus]
The CEO wants prophecy by Friday,
Make the end of days a bright day.
Put the wolves on slide eleven,
Benchmark hell against heaven.
The CEO wants prophecy by Friday
And a mitigation plan by payday.

[Verse 2]
He wants four scenarios: severe, base and mild,
Plus “stretch apocalypse,” professionally styled.
He wants every kingdom assessed by return.
He wants options for outsourcing what has to burn.
He wants Hugin staffed on a twenty-hour day.
He wants Munin to make all the history go away.
He wants me to certify, sign and provide
A risk-adjusted route through the end of the tide.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Odin]
No model survives when the roots are unmade.
[CEO]
Include that as risk, with probability weighed.
[Odin]
Your tower will fall when the final horn cries.
[CEO]
Could the horn be replaced by automated alerts?

[Chorus]
The CEO wants prophecy by Friday,
Make the end of days a bright day.
Put the wolves on slide eleven,
Benchmark hell against heaven.
The CEO wants prophecy by Friday
And a mitigation plan by payday.

[Instrumental Break]
[Desk-phone rings become part of the snare pattern while guitar races through clipped two-beat answers.]

[Bridge]
[CEO]
“I appreciate candor. I value your view.
But terror without next steps simply will not do.
Our board needs assurance, a timeline, a lead.
A crisis is useless till someone can own the deed.”

[Odin]
“The end has no owner, no sponsor, no chair.
No premium package will carry you there.”

[Break]
[CEO]
Friday, nine.
[Odin]
The roots will split.
[CEO]
Friday, nine.
[Odin]
You still want it?

[Build-up]
The CEO buttons his charcoal coat.
“Send me a pre-read and tighten the note.”
He leaves with the calm of a man satisfied.
The ravens stare after him, hollow-eyed.

[Final Chorus]
The CEO wants prophecy by Friday,
Brand the final dark as a bright day.
Put the dead on slide eleven,
Benchmark loss against heaven.
The CEO wants prophecy by Friday,
With owners assigned by midday.

[Outro]
Calendar invite.
Mandatory room.
Friday, nine.
Subject: Managing Doom.
