There is nothing quite
As daunting as the
Darkening of death.
A black hood so tight,
No wind nor light will lift it.
The caskets bear no portals
And the ashes have no eyes.
Even thoughts are
Deeply blinded
And the shadows
Lose their way.
I know my days are waning
And I fear those moonless nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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