After Forever
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We toil incessant
Our dreams to mold
Yet we'll consign no trace ...
When the sun grows cold.
Each wonder created
All words once scrolled
To the realm, obliviate ...
(The sun grows cold).
Man well concedes
To loose his hold
Then naught but dust ...
(The sun grows cold).
Shall be no parry
Ne'er sought nor sold
Just ravaged orbs ...
(The sun grows cold).
Sheer fabric, time,
The ceaseless fold
Brought to its fate ...
(The sun grows cold).
A scattered system
Once planets, bold
E'er rendered ashes ...
(The sun grows cold).
A swollen star
With flares of gold
Soon bursting nova ...
(The sun grows cold).
'Tis sad no eyes
Will e'er behold
That beauty born ...
(The sun grows cold).
What happens then?
What story's told
With paradise lost ...
And the sun grown cold?
Well, perhaps it's best
With our end cajoled
There will be no HATE ...
When the sun ...
Grows ...
Cold.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "GIF With Your Best Anything" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "After Forever" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
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