The Wheel of Destiny

The day of man's set doom is come,
The altar's break, the idols fall;
The shattered oracles are dumb
And utters stillness ruleth all.

Across the great world's silent girth
The grass-grown cities rot and rust:
Still are the rulers of the earth-
Men and their worth sink back to dust.

Man fades without a trace to tell;
Where seas roar on the primal plain
The mindless, living, single cell
Begins the long, slow climb again.

-Robert E. Howard