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
Dear
Yet frozen in wonder at the
Knowing and unknowing of
What excites and scares you
Time has chosen you and this
Place
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