the shutters are down
a light so bright, now absent in the dark
where does life go at the end of days?
a vision of hope
once within reach, has slipped below the horizon
fading sight, as nightmares pull dreams from peaceful slumber
grasping fingers of smoke
resist the darkness
hold on to the light
but it’s too late
the shutters are down and your light so bright . . . has gone.
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