Darkest Days I. Poem by Wade Harlaine

The day grows closer, I feel its presence
I look out into the distance, the clouds of darkness moving nearer
The day of reckoning will soon be upon me.
I must honour our love, perfection cannot be exceeded
But I failed it and for this I must honour it with my most valuable possession
I will not fail our love again, the perfect day grows closer.
I yearn to hold you close, your glow embracing my touch, futile now it can never be.
Without you I have no future, you were my first, my last, my light.
The chains that bind my love for you can never be broken
But they grow too heavy to bear.
The loss I feel for my divine empyrean is too great, misery all consuming
As there was birth there shall be death, the will of the reaper shall have its way.
Then I can embrace my love for you and set it free.