Random Thoughts

The epoch period of dawn starts with enigma,
The sun rises with hope of Elysium,
But in the shadows lurks a darkness few heed,
Waiting for the right time to spread its giant wings….

To some life is an unending maze of darkness, never to find themselves.
They will have none to blame,
As they will wish they had taken heed
When the shadow was still beneath their feet.

As the sun sets in the rusty eyes,
And the silver chain threatens to snap,
Life becomes all but ruthful
And uninhabitable for a fragile soul.

One ought to have sorted out self with Providence
When permanent dusk engulfs life
For the last time.
Dusk is near you, employ last joy of this even time.