Shaken and a quiver with

The knowledge of inevitability

You know your demise is near

Attracted to that danger that

Will bring about an end of those

Things that you know and hold


Yet frozen in wonder at the

Knowing and unknowing of

What excites and scares you

Time has chosen you and this


For the end of an era that you

Have known

No longer innocent to the ways

Of the world or the depravities

Of man

You stand on the verge of becoming

Another and for childish things that

You will soon outgrow

Your time has come to cross that

Boundary of which there is no

Recall of what came before

Plunged into the world of darkness

From hence forth to which you

Will call home