The End Of The Universe Poem by James McLain

A time will come when all stars explode and then grow cold.
Their fiery dot, a tale long told.
Entropy's march, a relentless tide,
The cosmos' heat to void will slide.

Black holes will reign, devour the light,
Till even they meet their quantum plight.
As Hawking's theory of radiation fades,
A cosmic graveyard, silent, laid.

Atoms decay in a sea so dark,
No spark remains, no living mark.
A vast expanse, devoid of time,
No rhythm left, no cosmic rhyme.

Perhaps in such a singularity, new worlds like algie may come to bloom.

A cycle born from nature's womb.
For endings hint of starts anew,
The infinite's song, forever true.