Fading Of The Light

When the lights go out,

what will you feel inside?
Will the triumphs of existence
flash like beacons in your mind?

When the lights go out,
where will your shadows be?

Safe within a feathered realm,
or lost on a ghostly sea?

When the lights go out,
what will your darkness bring?
Thoughts of hazel wood and summer lawns,

or a grinning horn tipped king?

When the lights go out,
will you slumber with content,
Or will the flicking of the switch,
release the venom of dissent?

When the lights go out,
will you fight your fight once more?
Or succour to the voices,
that cry out to you: NO MORE?

When the lights go out,
will you escape this world of pain?

Release the manacles of fever,

break free of the binding chain?

When the lights go out,

and your life-force ebbs away,

as the echoes draw you closer,
darkness is but a whisper away.

© Fergus Martin

Oct 2013