“Sic Transit”
The glories of the world sink down in gloom
And Babylon and Nineveh and all
Of Hell’s high strongholds answer to the call,
The silent waving of a sable plume.
But there shall break a day when Death shall loom
For thee, and thine own panoply appal
Thee, like a stallion in a burning stall,
While blood-red stars blaze out in skies of doom.
Lord of sarcophagus and catacomb,
Blood-drunken Death! Within the columned hall
Of time, thou diest when its pillars fall.
Death of all deaths! Thou diggest thine own tomb,
Makest thy mound of Earth’s soon-shattered dome,
And pullest the heavens upon thee for a pall.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
Created March 30, 2001; not revised.