The man stood there,
in the dark with a look of askance.
No one asked him, they just past him.
He was benign
With a face to intimidate
Still blank in the dark,
Pondering existence.

Welcome back sinners
Cutting wood,
Attenuating the wood.
He thought he was useless,
Cavil of himself.
He was a charlatan,
A man of dark,
An open heart,
He fell so far.
This would defeat him.

You can not be the light in the distance,
but only the spark of  resistance.
Tisk tisk, now remember this.
Clocks only show time of decimating existence.

With an axe in hand
The man oscillated it.
Striking wood...
Striking wood!
A gun to tame
But missing its holster
Throw it down...
Throw it down!
[silence]
Because the only thing running through his mind is a Bullet.

So let's hang up the night sky,
And die in the dim Lighght.

Reaching his eyes
A luminous hole struck.
Opening wide
The man dropped his gun
Towards the light
His faith had won
Exit the dark
Leave with conclusion.

Oh god was he cold...