The Dying Of The Light Poem by Noah Body

The darkness approaches time after time
It comes without reason, it comes without rhyme

Slowly it creeps up to my soul
To attack it without a drum roll

With stealth and cunning it sneaks up on me
To try to best me before it I can see

It can't be stopped, it comes like the tide
There is no escape, nowhere to hide

I sense it's coming, I'm not unaware
That onward it creeps right over there

Raise the drawbridge, lock up the gates
This is the onslaught that my heart hates

Even to my last breath will I fight
Battle to halt the dying of the light