Death
To live an ordinary life scares me more then the looming death that calls to me from the edge of darkness.
The whispers in the wind calling me home to take my place amongst the fallen of future and past.
Where the shadows collide with the light and cause a twilight in the sky of the ever forming distances of all the names of those I have loved and lost.
Always carrying honor and passion within my heart. Knowing my name will last longer then my last breath upon the ears of my children.
No death I do not fear it is leaving nothing behind and my name dying out like a burnt out candle flickering flame turns to smoke and ash. Never given a chance to illuminate the way.
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