They say that
in about
five billion years
The Sun
will finally run out of
all its hydrogen..
and then expand
immensely
to become
a crimson giant..
scorchingly blood red.
And as it does,
it will envelop
all The Earth..
and afterwards..
there will be nothing
of it left.

Except there surely
will be something!
Some of the finest poems
that I’ve written
were for you,
you know that well.
But I’m afraid
that your time
in the court
of Crimson King is over..
I must escort
thee out now..
so much sooner
than expected..
out of the windiest..
and right into the fieriest
circle of hell.