To Last Until

The oceans will vanish with a spray of care
Leaving rocks and empty canyons of despair

The mountains will be a swirl of bright yarn
A huge cloth which a needle has to darn

And Earth shall be rolled up like a prayer-rug
Amongst the starry floors of a Universe long dug

There will be pandemonium, disbelief
The unimaginable terrors, the grief

The Dark will swallow up the Light
The Day will be over run by Night

It will be a grandeur beyond comparison
The breaking of moon, the vanquish of sun

And souls be carried in angels' boughs
To Hell or Heaven; the fate they chose

We shall ride the stars, I think
We shall ride them to the brink

Until the end where we cannot stop
And we either jump or make the drop.

The End

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