He is Who Ozymandias

The universe is not infinite
It is indisputably expansive

But it stops eventually.

Across the great chasams of nothingess, it ends
The depths of corrouded spirits and cannibal stars
To the very end of mortality.
It all comes to a close

It will be when the humans have discovered most everything
Every single secret plucked and dissected,
The great glittering cosmos reduced to paled ichor

When their insatiable lust for more, more of everything
That is it will come to time for a culling,
When the mounds of their ancestors have piled so high
That they spilled onto my gate.
When they finally reach "The End"

The end of the universe.

That is will they gaze upon the true meaning of abyss.
It will all snap in half, like a string left out of tune
It will crumble and fall

Every single memento and meaning consumed by nether
All of their dust returned to the sands,
All of their toils, returned to me

And it shall begin anew.