"Exitus."

[ficosdarkness]

Goes out my little campfire.
Hot blue-gray ash replaces dying flame
That dances on the brushwood of my days.
Inaudible the Darkness comes closer to me.
The light was measured by brushwood.
The darkness will be measured ...
It's all the same to me by now.
I read the very last line in a shabby fate scroll:
I vanish slowly into the Great Eternal Darkness.

I'm diggin' the mood of this one Ris, very solemn from my POV and yet you manage to still hold your intensity. Capital read, thanks for that!
Sincerely,
fd