And starward drifts the stricken world,
Lone in unalterable gloom
Dead, with a universe for tomb,
Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.
(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

What silence rules the ghostly hours
That guard the close of human sleep!
(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,
The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.
("Ephemera")

Well,' Lydia said, 'I guess Armageddon's back on.'
Eliot fought back a grin.
'You're smiling?', Lydia said. She looked at her car and at their house and down the empty street. 'That's totally inappropriate.

I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness.

Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.