The cold rushes, banishing work and heat.
Entropy’s agent swiftly settles things.
Satellites, white dwarfs, planetary rings,
All masses and bodies suffer defeat.
Even safe observers believe themselves doomed,
For their self-narrowed scope kept morale high.
Fact was hidden, even with the end nigh;
No being whatsoever knew what loomed.
Slow, steady order is now cosmic law.
Observers and objects alike consent
To their euthanasia, protest unsent,
Maimed and devoured by physics’ foul maw.
Epochs pass, the universe drained of spark.
Atoms, plants, stars and systems all but stop.
It was more than a temperature drop;
The cosmos returned wholly to the dark.