Resting End

Darkness envelops a tower of death.

Within lies a man who sighs his last breath.

Through a window the full silver moon peers.

Upon the dark soul which death so reveres.

The moonlight shines upon blood-red eyes.

"A legacy ended." Say his lips as he dies.

Those lips curl in a smile, blood cold in his veins.

Release from his torment, he lets go the reigns.

Of control once his, now lost to the wind.

Of darkness, sweet darkness, his soul's resting end.



He looks back on his life, a life glazed over red.

Looking back on his life, he sees only dead.

A life filled with darkness, hatred and fright.

A life, a black hole with a single star's light.

Light from a soul as white as winter snow.

Bestows on the darkness a warm soothing glow.

Too long has he searched, his heart forcing forward.

Scanning all places, his eyes looking star-ward.

The chance was once his, to find light again.

But he only found darkness, his souls resting end.



Now as his dying eyes look to the night.

He pleads for an end to his torture, his blight.

He looks to the heavens and his dying eye sees.

His one guiding light who will answer his pleas.

The heavenly visage looks into his eyes.

"I've finally found you." Say his lips as he dies.

Those lips curl in a smile, blood cold in his veins.

Release from his torment, he lets go the reigns.

And embraces his love, body lost to the wind.

He finds his salvation in his soul's resting end.