Tale of Man

After the earth
Has run its course,
With life extinguished
At its source,
The planet turned
Into an icy shell,
A vision
Of a barren hell,
Though man is gone,
His godlike image
Will long linger on,
The music of the spheres
Will tell his tale,
He was as precious
As the Holy Grail.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz