Remembrance day.

The Last Night

The cacophonous din

Assails my ears like darkness

Beats upon the last light before the drapery of dusk.

The stars hide their arcane faces deliberately

As I subtly succumb and wonder how

Superficial their existence is. The bullet digs deeper.

Remembrance day

My life lies lamenting.

Solace this has given me though it

Not be what I desire; my staid self suggests otherwise.

Solace, I scrutinize to perchance appear,

An aberration adeptly, inveterately intrepid;

Poised precariously before me the slivering scythe;

The faint flicker of silvery light.

Now I am ready to die.