Last Light of Dawn
Out of the winds twelve quarters
The lost souls do sigh:
"Do not love me alone
We all must once die."
A fall of stardust
As in a sparkling flame
Face to the cosmic wind
Drifts out on the plain.
The wounded sky silently weeps
The morning after softly sleeps.
The music of celestial spheres
Brings the Enemy God's tears;
At the end of all wrongs
There will be no songs.
The people of the lakesand
'Til the last hopefully human
The peoples of the stars beyond
The end of Nature slew Man.
No more heroes to be
An answer to history.
A man in the wilderness
Had saved a prayer for this;
His prayer the last recorded
Its energy Time has hoarded.
At the end of light
Final edge of night
The ultimate event occurred
Time surrenders at last conquered.
The End of Time is
The Age of Eternity.
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Copyright © 1998 John B Cooke IV
House o' Poetry
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