Speak with sway,
In the night with no day,
Let this rhythm portray,
With these word I now say,
Make Nyx of night end my test,
From the faulty conclusions of my best,
Fade me away in an Erebus mist,
So I may finally deserve my long since rest,
This moon almost gone, nearing not found,
And I lay here alone on the ground,
Sighting these words as the earth hears sound,
Soon part of all this will not be around,
I speak with truth I speak with sure,
I give with these words the rest of my pure,
Now all will finally know, rest now assure,
That this soul moved on from a body that was dying but not given the cure.
So I say for this end,
My last testimentle lend,
Never let anyone tell you your living is pretend.
For if you do that you have nothing to defend,
So is it and so it shall be this night. The end.
©justin_ur
J