End
How frightfully fast its coming
Halt
Now quiescent ‘twas just running
Black
Luminous eclipsed now dire
Still
Motionless upon the pyre

Grim
If there is no Master
Void
If no purpose in disaster
Blank
If our pages have no author
Nothing
If fresh life cannot be offered

But
A ray cracks through the tomb
And
The breath of life consumes
All
Whose darkness can’t forfend
Grace
A beginning with no end