The Darkness of The Blinding Light
And as I fall into the darkness, and far from the light.
And as I try to take a grip, but death has far the might.
And as I hear my foe, I shake from head to toe.
And as I take my knife, hoping to end my strife....
I remember.... life.
An entry into the "Scenes of War Contest over at the LCN.
Poem by me.