I guess it was about three posts ago I put in part of a poem I was writing. It was, as of that time untitled. I think I have decided on a title. Although in this case if anyone has a suggestion for a better title, I will take it under advisement.
What’s done is done, weather for keeps or for fun,
‘tis now time for the light to grow dim.
His fate is his fate time will no longer wait
as it wraps it’s dark cloak around him.
Life will go on, to it’s dusk from it’s dawn,
despite the pleasures or pains that you find.
Neither will, luck, nor riches, may stave off time’s wishes,
to release the soul from it’s bind.
I am currently writing a short story that this will connect to.