There is no escaping- I know that!
My life is as inevitable as the phasing moon
that flaunts its light in the ink of night.

Only one end is possible and I know what
shall come to this adventurer who frits and
frets his hour across this tiny stage of life.

Shall I hold your hand into the dark?
Shall I give you the keys to my heart?
Shall I let you bind me and hold me down?
Will I allow you say when this might end?

No.

I will finish with a pen in my hand
and a call into the darkness that this
light shall shine until it can shine no more.

I am burning and I will not extinguish
the flame till, like a candle near morning,
the light will reveal that I am no more.

 

10/8/2025