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