If you see this, post a poem
Fire and Ice by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
It's not that I'm in a particularly
eschatological mood; this just happens to be one of the few poems I remember off the top of my head. And I really hate the one about the red wheelbarrow.