And then there was the sudden discovery of death. 

Oh the glorious, enchanting and brilliance of this sunset. 

Where has man to go to lose in his day?

His oceans are here, his beaches are afar. 

Where are the glorious tangents of despair?

Those lovely blemishes, those curving trenches?

My loss and my utter dampening glare,

here I am at the eclipse of my perils. 

There is then here and forever, a sudden silence. 

Till death do us apart.