..and soon enough
comes the last draw
time has swallowed
all the past-
slowly
the hours crawl
into the vague
and uncertain
the sight stops short
at the forbidding wall-

is it life
or destiny
that makes
the call?

or is
our will
that would
not give up
at all?

and soon enough
the game would
have played
and everything
would have ended
by then
day would have sunk
into nightfall

if we have held
our own
till the last
where would
there be the downfall?