Void

The horror of blank emptiness,
The yawning darkness with no end,
Bleak, black vacuity of space,
No trace of light, eternal night.
Slowly, in time, the suns go out,
Stars become embers, flicker, fade.
Spinning galaxies come to rest,
Fall into black holes that self-devour,
Until the universe, no doubt,
And time itself at least run out.