End

 

Some say, the devil's work, is never done

But they're empty words, that they, had spun

For the gates of Hell, they are locked and barbed

And if Heaven's blessed me, then it has left me scarred

In these lines, only a cypher's heard, in rhyme and verse

And I am, where I was, though the gloaming's worse

So if the light is fading, I'll let the darkness wend

Into my oblivion's beginning, without, an End