Woe is the honor of the Last Man
To know
To feel
To believe
In a world of ruin
Ruled by steel, wire, and death
To dream the dream of Man
as the last dreamer
To see the doom of All
To be the last failed revolution;
I drown, dying in curses and in love
and you will forget me
as your eyes become accustomed
to worlds ever darker
to Beings of ever greater dread