The Final Stretch

Death and shadow dancers

© 2012 tingtamtam

A hooded figure lying in wait,

winds dance around,

hiding, revealing, twirling in circles,

it's almost time.

Hoarse coughs sound throughout the night.

He is not scared, he will not be harmed.

Time is endless, but time will stop.

This book is ending, another is near.

Him and his friends, they dance,

gracefully protecting,

in return, he gives them life,

one of darkness.

Blinks open his eyes, there is calm.

He greets the other as a true friend.

A life well lived, no regrets.

This new dance, slow and ageless.

Light emerges,

shadows retreat once more,

you are safe, for tonight.