The End

A part fool and a part brave

Necessary daemon with an angel’s face

Wrapped up in a winter of the sun

Hiding in the mountains where never light has shone

To this life we hold so dear

There is an end unimaginably near

So to tell the story, we walk to far distance

Singing the songs of sadness, with joy of tears

At last we reach the end

Where light fades into the dark

And there is a farewell to everyone we loved.

© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015

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