This door, a way Looming access below Descending stairway Long shadows drape where they once danced behind flickering flame; now coated in the fungal stench of forgotten time We are silence We are nothing Followers of space Adhering only to the demise of humanity A cold sleep Invoking a way Outside Patent Grave Cosmic Life ends Life ends We are silence We are nothing Followers of space Adhering only to the demise of humanity