the shutters are down
a light so bright, now absent in the dark

bleak heart
where does life go at the end of days?

a vision of hope
once within reach, has slipped below the horizon
fading sight, as nightmares pull dreams from peaceful slumber
grasping fingers of smoke
hold tight
you fight
resist the darkness
hold on to the light

but it’s too late

the shutters are down and your light so bright . . .   has gone.