The End Of The Universe

A time will come when all stars explode and then grow cold. Their fiery dot, a tale long told. Entropy's march, a relentless tide, The cosmos' heat to void will slide. Black holes will reign, devour the light, Till even they meet their quantum plight. As Hawking's theory of radiation fades, A cosmic graveyard, silent, laid. Atoms decay in a sea so dark, No spark remains, no living mark. A vast expanse, devoid of time, No rhythm left, no cosmic rhyme. Perhaps in such a singularity, new worlds like algie may come to bloom. A cycle born from nature's womb. For endings hint of starts anew, The infinite's song, forever true.