Beyond the pallid stars of night a dim
Translucent spark may through the ether run.
It has no kith or kin. It is but one
Strange world where teeming magics soar and swim,
And here stupendous sorceries still brim,
Until the trumpets of oblivion
Put out the fires of its mighty sun,
Douse its magics on that far distant rim.
I mark the light of that most distant star,
Deep in the winter of my bitterness,
And think I feel some ancient avatar
Who's come this eve to cheer me in distress.
He brings no truth, no humor, and no gold,
But fills me with futility and cold.
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Submission Name: Futility
