An End of Time

See the stars in the Earthlight,

As they fall around,

See the shapes in this dark night,

As they move without a sound.

Know they're there, always List'ning,

As they watch us all,

Shapes and lines always bristling,

To those who see them fall.

No,

No star will ever see,

They'll surely never know. . .

See the shapes in the Heavens,

The mighty warriors in the sky,

No darkness ever threatens

Their place; save I. . .

For now the stars are darkening,

No forms remain,

For they have heard the harkening

Trumpet sing refrain. . .

No,

No more stars will be,

After tonight,

They're surely all to go.

They disappear,

One by one they go,

No more to ever hear

The call they all must know.

As darkness swallows all,

Not even the Gods are free,

For in the blackened pall,

There's nothing that can be.

No,

No more light in the sky,

As darkness takes the stars,

And throws them to the black.

From this seat on our new moon,

We can watch the grey;

From our roofs, for it all soon

Must fade away.

Our newest home,

One far away

From the burnt Earth of old,

Shall soon fade away.

No,

Nothing can survive,

The end of all,

The end of time itself. . .