DEATH

|01•05•2020|

Their own feet took them towards the gloaming
That lingers around, quietly creeping,
With it departing some at its wake weeping.

Dim are the shadows, a fogged horizon
An uncharted land, a haunting phantom,
Lying at the edge, too vast you can't fathom.

It dwells amongst the darkest shadows,
With its presence comes a horde of widows,
Lamenting on graveyards under the willows.