Rather than this should happen I would see
The red sun shaken like an autumn leaf,
Spin whirling thro the void without a word
Of fear or wonder, for the gods are not,
And we thro' our impiety are lost.
The complex forms that people outer spaces,
Rulers of naked worlds are paramount
In these our scarrèd hearts. There is no head
To rule, and have high power. Each is king
And wallows in his sin, all Hell is here,
And there is nothing that may turn our fate.