I hold in my head all of fire and stone

I carry truth and carry it alone

To set it high in skies unknown

To burn and never let fall

Realize how small we are

Living under a tiny star

While small, just too perfect to mar

Turning and burning, unable to fall

Here there is no sky but star-fire

No small worries like desire

Nothing to see or aquire

But cold lights that cannot fall

No sound from that distant mote

The speck of dust so remote

It does nothing but float and gloat

On how it will never, ever fall

We have naught but fireand war

Death by the thousand-score

Too much sorrow to sit and ignore

And no time left to explore 

No matter how you may implore

There is no longer any safe shore

To hide from our last, fatal fall

So battle and fight while you can

Set in motion your tiny plan

For there is nothing there but man

And he cannot stop his final fall.