Cold Ragnarok For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. - T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men I watched them go, behind the night and stars The gods' own graffiti hiding the cracks in the walls Of the world. None are left; it mars The end to watch them go. It falls To me to feel the cold breeze blow the dust And plans that were their design. And so I too Should likely go, to follow the hopes and lust That seduced the gods and angels and demons who grew Infatuated with mortal life and care As once the Nephilim's sires were drawn to clay. But I am cold, my friends long gone, As fare Us all when Worlds grow old. None stay. Alone. They're gone. No friend to share the night As one by one, they leave me for the light. copyright E Glas Durboraw, February 23, 2002