Shall ever wind sit still to rest in peace,
And the world breathe its final breath,
Departure, the ocean waves to shore and leaves,
The fated fauna fall from limb to earth
To settle there, the last of death to bear;
All composition decomposed, all creation destroyed,
But those nourished and sustained by decay,
Affixed to and fatted of amassing spoils,
They surely live, as life to live must prey.
Nothing comes of nothing, all things of all things,
Living of dying, and all beings of all beings.
Iambic Pentameter with variation
Rhyme Scheme: abaccdedeff
(the cc couplet is purposefully an eye rhyme)