anticum repetent iterum chaos omnia; mixtis sidera sideribus concurrent: ignea pontum astra petent: tellus extendere litora nolet, excutietque fretum: fratri contraria Phoebe ibit, et, oblicum bigas agitare per orbem indignata, diem poscet sibi: totaque discors machina divulsi turbabit foedera mundi. 

To the ancient chaos all things will once again return. Constellations on constellations will collide. The stars aflame will fall upon the sea. The earth will refuse to only extend to her shores, and will drive out the waves. Against her own brother, The moon will go, resenting that she drives her pair on a covert circuit, and she will demand the day for herself. And the whole discordant machine will turn turbid the covenants of a world torn asunder.

~ Lucan, Pharsalia (Book 1.74-80)