Scorched and charred.
It took all and every atom there...
Of to be vanished,
And only to the world's end
I appoint my sole possesion;
My soul.
For ashes sprinkling sweetly around the land
As of to a cake
And all our lives only to be dead
And to see the long desolate miles
And silence in every corner of the world
...Here, in my temperate state
The moon serves as my only friend
For now I've time to contemplate
Here, at the world's end
Tyler Mason
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-s-end/
