A spirit sped <br />Through spaces of night; <br />And as he sped, he called, <br />"God! God!" <br />He went through valleys <br />Of black death-slime, <br />Ever calling, <br />"God! God!" <br />Their echoes <br />From crevice and cavern <br />Mocked him: <br />"God! God! God!" <br />Fleetly into the plains of space <br />He went, ever calling, <br />"God! God!" <br />Eventually, then, he screamed, <br />Mad in denial, <br />"Ah, there is no God!" <br />A swift hand, <br />A sword from the sky, <br />Smote him, <br />And he was dead.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spirit-sped/
