Tacet Nox

A child holding out, crying out, Lantern dying, tightly clutched, The endless night does fast approach; They fear what lies beyond that ghostly veil.

Fighting the will to disappear Among the countless grains of sand Crashing waves against a bunker still As they do see no more, no more.

Riddled with holes in memories yet to be; Life flowing from every scratch, Every fleeting moment passing through, As the light within does slowly dim.

For what had they held for? To feel the wind, to see the stars once more? Perhaps. But that matters little now. The darkness comes, the darkness comes.

And so they go, and cry no more Into the night without a trace. Their fear since gone into their smile As they must fight no more, no more.