The Return of the Magi

When the end comes it will not be

An end to anything but words.
The conjuror's tiger will go
Without a whimper or a glance,

Only so the conjuring stops.
The end itself is a fine trick,
Even finer than beginnings,
Performed in more variations,

But it can't be the end itself
If it really ends. The magi,
Pure products of humanity,
Have said they've seen another star.