Reaching out with claws of fury,
And grasping the outside world.
Reeling in the darkness,
That spreads without a word.
Never saw the sun,
Rise above the moors,
Never thought to knock on,
A strangers unlocked door.
How to reach the heavens-
A mystery unsolved.
But there's always something to learn,
From other peoples falls.
All of life's a crisis,
After childhood, is fear.
Need not ever be reminded of
How the end is near.
Maybe a last dance is
In order, a last chance to kiss goodbye,
Or maybe a last time to protest,
Get to admit to all those lies.
Perhaps last minutes will be spent,
With sobbing and reminicing
While the violins softly play,
And women softly sing.
Today will be the last day,
The last day of the dawn.
Suppose all will finally be known.
Including what is right and wrong.
And when the light goes out,
How will darkness arrive?
Maybe like a head light,
Fading after a long drive.
Or shall the light fall to a beacon,
Or extinguish in a sudden,
It was to be expected,
That science would not win.
And maybe when the sun sets,
For the last time of it all,
What is to be heard will be
Most likely, death's final call.
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