the Final Touch

Whatever burden's the day
carries off into the night
and he who wanders aimlessly,
is simply losing time.

The infernal arrows tick
and a witness he becomes.
A victim of nocturne
to an unending struggle of power.

Completion of the shift
blessed with the final touch;
comfortable silence
and cold drops upon the skin.

"...tear the world in two"

As the early risen man's saunter
turns into heavy strides,
the planet is once more reborn
to greet his weary steps.

C4C i really could use some good crit