writing Accept the end

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

By these nights, of weary eye’s which cry

The plains of day do meet their fire

And all the way, the astounding sun does kill

 

Through the blood of love, and bones of deceit, you lay

And to the senses of death which surround all but life, I fall

You, and I, in the eternal sun, which does kill

Therefore, do you accept the surroundings?

 

At the end of all things, and the acceptance, who lives?

Upon all heights and growing minds, what strives?

Do we at any point in our lives dare to accept the infinite?

Of this and now,

Of this, and us,

Of you, and I,

Of the life which fails,

And of the sun which steals

 

-David favret