Shadow Man
It has been lost to me,
that which I held so dear.
Hope feebly flickered,
only to gutter out at the last.
My fear has risen from pitch black depths,
to seize what I thought belonged to myself.
I defy it, this darkness,
but the vastness of the void never rests.
This most critical of conflicts,
a war for my soul, I fear, that I have already lost.
But I am a stubborn bastard,
and I fight on regardless.
Tis' fortunate for me,
with such dear friends and comrades,
Whose kindness and goodness hold me up.
For I feel an ever increasing pressure,
pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing, from within,
as the burning core of my star collapses as it becomes spent.
I have forgotten who I am, who I was, and who
I ever had a chance of being. As the shadows, those wolves,
circle around the dying fire. I can't help but grin.
I'm grateful for the life I've lived, and the people I got to meet.
So take me now, if you wish. There is nothing left to see.