“ The Darkness ” ~ of a last day’s end ~

 

I’m loth to admit

Taking the bate,

With cavalier pith

A covenant toll,

Grasping too late

Bargained my soul,

To impossible state

Of a life said forever…

 

For signs of fade

Sees evince of worn,

And moreover frayed

Held so the norm,

As our ultimate fate

Wants we cease exist…

 

Hence to inhabit

Said allusive place,

Decreed by the way

Of an eternal face,

Assigns man bend

Thus to the darkness,

Of a last day’s end!

 

“ Perchance ” ~ magnanimous ~

In an effort

To be bold

I may’ve lost

The whole,

For now but feel

The cold,

And suddenly

I cogitate on old,

As tho too soon

Death perchance

Is trying to take hold…

 

Whilst we’ve to pay

Life’s wage to play,

Albeit times more

Than bargained for

The risk we take,

That fate may grant,

To suffer fools

Or bold lost souls,

If memory serves

Said fate per se

Magnanimous,

Be not its chosen way!