Darkness

Its tendrils reach towards me;

warm

welcoming

maternal

it pleads that I lie in everlasting nightfall

nibble

It is futile in its efforts; the march carries on

I fight 

brawl

quarrel

with the darkness that engulfs me

bite

An ailing army of decrepit half-men

stumble

topple

perish

they accept the murky twilight and her loving arms

chew

The streaked crimson snow, laden with the ruins of men

recalls

remembers

recollects

the sufferings of the weak, the neglected, the tortured

swallow

Darkness sings her song

melodic

wretched

beautiful

I cling to what searing light remains

crunch.