Endeavors End

The night before the reckoning There breathes a phantom presenceFrom the glare of the wild black yonder, In the breadth of the encircling sky.

Stray destinies gather in the hastening moments, And align in the chill of the foreshadow. Accompanying bodies of realities unbound, Unite into being as a reverie befallenAs contrived from the mouth of chance.

My anticipation spirits away the moon. As I walk along in time, One by one, the sensations of my selves Calmly dissolve into nebula, Like the wayward wisps of angels.

The course of fate slowly unveils, And the nights twinkling begins to settle; Some final words for the newly departed-

Gone forever and never were.

The morning comes to outshine the dark; Staring out at the expanse above, I look onto the resolution, Dreaming on the promise of wings and hooves.