Mortal Poem by William Cohen

I the beginning there
was nothing, and then
the spark came, and
the kingdom of time
and light began its
reign, upon fabric
of vibrating strings,
but it must go back to
were it begins, even
light must met its end,
so must the darkness it
contends.
Time unravels a tapestry
which bends and twists,
but the tapestry must uncoil
until it fades into the abyss.
And when the last light dies,
and the fabric unravels unto
its final end,
and even darkness
and death cease to be,
then our tale
in this saga is done,

all things are mortal,
we cannot escape
the dieing of the sun.