The end begins so silently
As unannounced as that next breath
Drawn by tranquil Mnemosyne
Unnoticed, involuntary
Such bountiful humility,
Concealing seed of destruction
Which only much too late achieves
A glorious revelation
Oh, most exquisite Babylon
Your gardens sumptuously green
How could your glories ever fade,
Your majesty become unmade?