Shadow and fire
There is no place left for anyone
In this world
To gather
The morning opal dust
To move the hands of the life's clock
Only me
At the end of the night
I watch dead stars smile.
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A rather sad piece, but expressed in befittingly concise language, and this in spite of all the glamour lost! Shadow and Fire.