Gone is the light

Gone, gone is the light, the crimson skies are dead,

endless is the murky night. No gust of wind to sight,

to awe for a blight – just endless the darkened red,

dimmed without a fight! The moon has showed me her kite.

Gone, gone is the light, fallen are the graces of past;

the hour is dire, despite, the needless of might.

An endless shadow on earth bestowed and cast;

a solitary individual by my own right…

Gone, gone is the light, the marrow has boned its chill;

to stand down or put up a fight – tooth quenching for a bite;

to have myself witnessed – my last solemn will;-

hopeless to despair on the morrows night!