The world is dark
its hard to see
there is a lark
that sings softly
how is it the wind blows
and the earth be soft
as i sit quietly in my loft
how silently the leaves rustle as darkness falls around me
suffocating as a soft light glows
flickering in the depths of darkness
sputtering as the wind and caos grows around it
for ever burning for ever turning
life is moving on
it will glow no more
the light has been snuffed out
the darknes is receading
the light has left this world
now all their is ..
is nothing
not a sound
not a breaze
just emptiness
with out peace.
