Nemesis.

When Men have made themselves akin to gods,
But broken one another on the rack,
Their outward-clawing hubris sets the odds
Against them for the empathy they lack.
And Life has left the spavined, crumbling domes
Alone amid the culling universe:
Now once again primordial chaos roams
The stars, whose forpined light resounds the curse;
And Time has threshed the livid, mournful sky
Of all its lives and worlds, an elegy
Unweaves the cosmic hum into a sigh,
That fading, is the end of what will be.
  Then Love lies lightless, weeping for the past;
  Our only purpose, purposeless at last.