Apocalypse in Cantor

The skies fall down, shining star by shining star.

Clouds reaching spiraled, a hand wide and far.

Our discourse set upon the shining light,

Breaks our atmosphere, sending us into fright.

It shatters like glass, with shards of light twinkling all around me.

And now the light of the stars is set free.

The spear of light, all colors and more,

Stains our noisy Earth-shore.

Saying a final farewell,

As the darkness of space does swell.