Even The Most Beautiful Sunsets Lose To Darkness

We began this life the way it ended:

In darkness, alone, with fists clamped to our sides.

We hailed gravity like rain to soil

but shadows swallowed us whole.

Now our wind's cry is heard by all

and seen by none.

We'll travel west together,

wandering, stumbling,

screaming beneath the wind's panicked wail.

We'll go out like stars.

In darkness, alone, with fists pressed to our eyes,

We'll end our lives the same way it began.