God lay dead in heaven; 
Angels sang the hymn of the end; 
Purple winds went moaning, 
Their wings drip-dripping 
With blood 
That fell upon the earth. 
It, groaning thing, 
Turned black and sank. 
Then from the far caverns 
Of dead sins 
Came monsters, livid with desire. 
They fought, 
Wrangled over the world, 
A morsel. 
But of all sadness this was sad -- 
A woman's arms tried to shield 
The head of a sleeping man 
From the jaws of the final beast.