Twilight

Before me is the portal,

An otherworldly door.

Below me is a plane of white,

An otherworldly floor.

Never thought that I would walk,

Within the last scrin tower.

Did not think it would end this way,

In this, my final hour.

Outside here is a ruined world,

Beset by fire, blood.

Once ravaged by tiberium,

An unstoppable green flood.

But before me here is nothing,

Lily, gone from my gaze.

Reflect as my body wears out,

Upon my final days.

They'll see me as a traitor,

Both me and Colonel James.

But history is its own war,

Writing it is victor's claim.

I will not shed my tears for her,

Not now, or evermore.

In this place, as all things end,

At the portal, at death's door.