When Darkness Calls...

When darkness calls,
you cannot run,
you cannot hide,
you cannot escape.

For the light shines brightest at the beginning,
and dims with every passing day,
as the minute hand races,
to catch the shadow it’s heavy arm makes.

Each day it edges closer,
screeching and squealing as it makes it’s laps,
droning in metallic heartbeat,
that measures what little we have.

And oh how we fear it,
and oh how we wish there was more.
All the obstacles we throw at it,
it does but ignore.

We labour to stop it,
or at least slow its beat,
But we know that time we will never defeat.

We accept that one day,
the darkness will call.
And we must not fear it.
For one day we all will fall.

Sombre dreams await us by fate,
some sooner than others,
and tears are shed,
as death’s hand,
takes those who’s light has faded little.
Yet darkness consumes them.
And takes them before we are ready.

Time is forever ready.
Time knows all.
Time decides.

For death is time’s black servant,
when time there no more is.