Poem

As water over distant shores

In my mind darkness spreads

A nix-hound howls in the darkness

Bringing upon me my dread

Bitter wind brings no relief

Only bits of dust and sand

My house creaks all around me

I ready for the final stand

Nothing can truly be done

For me I know I am lost

When all truly is over

Who shall know the final cost

It is time to end all things

Nothing kind or bright is left

Garish figures drift unwilling

Unable to have one last rest