In dying light my name was called
But no prize would be won.
Stars winked at me and fell to earth
Smiling to death one by one.
At the last is when realizations are made
of a life lived too short.
With the length I'd gone to play the game
Still destined to be its sport.
A thousand words and a billion more
the writing was on the wall.
No end in sight for a better world
but plenty of room to fall.
The result cares not for attempts tried
unbending in their rule.
Success or failure becomes all the same
in a life made so cruel.
You knew me then as a greater thing
but let go of final spark.
A candle once burning hot and bright
Forgotten in the dark.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
