The Last Star
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1 min readDec 19, 2015
Upon the edge of space the last star dies.
We see it not, for death hath claimed all men.
His breath is light, his chest ceases to rise.
A final spark, now joins his spent brethren.
Darkness ushered in with a dying breath.
An age of silence and dissipation.
Entropy unwinds all towards heat death.
To dust, the tombs of civilization.
We outlive death in the thoughts of kindred.
No soul will witness this terminal phase.
Time is naught if atomic clocks are dead,
Space is naught if but lifeless stardust haze.
The cycle done, the end of history,
A blasted shroud of nullified glory.
