the end is nigh


the end is nigh
and so i ought
to have an optimist’s train of thought
for there may come
another day	
when death shall wander as it may
among where shines
nary a star
though closer to my youth at heart
	
the end is nigh
and dare i say
i’ve yet to fear
this tragic fate	
when i lie still
among its ranks
the end approaches
from my flank

the end is nigh
oh how i fear
its holy scythes and battle spears
beat down the rain
to quell my flame
summon the chill my bones do ache

the end is nigh
and i the same
drawn deep into a sea of change
to mold my beauty
into shape
and wither in eternal grace

to sunder
oh - to think the thought!
i wonder this
more than i ought
i burn in speed
so swift and fraught
that youth itself
is all for naught

i fear the pain
and only then
to seek death plain
and colorless

for if there be still
a shade of grey
silent my heart
is sure to stay

as true as myth
as right as rain
as glum as bliss
as pure as pain
	
the end is nigh
and death the same
to mould the beauty from my face
	
the end is nigh
as near as far
the night hath wished upon my star




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