Calling Poem by Narieth Elin

Haunted shadows on my back,
Each of steps too dark to track,
Left alone with one lost sight,
Pulled to ground without a fight.

Again the veins, they call for blood,
Not a single tear from God,
Divine, the glimpse, the fall,

Left alone with one lost call...
Endure the blows that I could hear,
And yet the scars of mine still sear,
Vast the void, too strong the fear,
End for me... this end is near.