Away

I feel my darkness coming and it mocks me as I run,

It taunts that I am losing, that it's finally over, done,

It teases -- says my time is gone, but that I'll be okay,

And I can watch my light go out while in dark arms I lay,

 

I know the shadow wants me, and I realize I want it,

I finally run no more, conceding that our pieces fit,

Please, my gentle reader, promise not to cry, nor tremble,

Just let me bid goodbye -- let me to my darkness crumble.

- Julie Clarke & JL Williams