Sonnet XXII "Eternity"

The terror first, the futile flight
To find escape. Then hopelessness
Precedes the demon's whispered kiss
Before he, sated, leaves with night.
And then through pain, a darker fright
Of certain pèrverse endlessness
In dead undying soulessness
And hunger too severe to fight.
But then - the might! The untold strenghth!
The vigor - power - deity
In flesh enshrined! The thought of length
Of blessèd immortality!
In flesh enslaved! The painful length
Of damning immortality.