End Grim, But Grace

End

How frightfully fast its coming

Halt

Now quiescent ‘twas just running

Black

Luminous eclipsed now dire

Still

Motionless upon the pyre

Grim

If there is no Master

Void

If no purpose in disaster

Blank

If our pages have no author

Nothing

If fresh life cannot be offered

But

A ray cracks through the tomb

And

The breath of life consumes

All

Whose darkness can't forfend

Grace

A beginning with no end