While rotating round a star

which grows
hotter
until
we can no longer
live:
these little creatures
who created knowing,
whose truth was a lie,
will end: existence
will continue,
in other forms
unrecognizable,
will it then be?
Perhaps Being itself
then ends,
an endless end.
Our lonely planet
will miss us:
the universe will
too, these
inquisitive conquerers.
Perhaps sooner
a black hole
will engulf us.
Tragedy.
Very Nietzsche, I must add.

Or as Baudelaire says: "Le monde s'endort dans une chaude lumiere": The world will be engulfed by a hot light/scorching flame, predicting the end of mankind by their own means, nuclear war, or by a supernova from a nearby star, which could happen at any moment, not to scare anyone...