by Herbert Jerry Baker

Darkness—and that which spawns within—
has at last finally won
And spreads its grim dominion beneath
a dim and darkened sun
To overwhelm the pitifully few remnants
of a dying humanity
Which flees in terror before the calamity
of the Dark Finality.
Yet there is no escape, no haven of safety
for those wretched few
Who finally kneel before their new Master
to quietly whimper and mew.
Now man has lost his precarious hold
upon the planet Earth
Never knowing of the cosmic comedy
which heralded his birth.