Dies the Fire
All possess a mortal fire,
Mine dwindles day by day.
It flickers in the void of space,
Darkened is my day.
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Lights of others come toward me,
I escape from their glow.
Plunging further into darkness,
Trying to lay low.
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Planets they bear a bitter wind,
No warmth does fire lend.
Huddling by the dying embers,
What for me do they portend?
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Every candle must burn out,
My wax is running low.
For me there is but one last refuge,
One last place to go.
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A different kind of darkness beckons,
But it is the last refuge.
My fire sparks and splutters dimly,
So it's time to see this through.