Don’t Fight the Dark

I see a light through fog and dark,

To it I turn my eye.

A beacon and a guide I see,

As shifting shadows fly.

Lost have I been within the dark,

How long I cannot say.

I pray this glint, this gleam may lead,

Once more to light of day.

It starts to fade, I thrust myself,

Through cloying ebon mist.

In desperation lashing out,

With elbow and with fist.

But as I fight, it fades still more,

Withdraws with every blow.

Some lesson here within the dark,

But what I do not know.

I rage and fight and try to force,

My way to where it waits.

I curse the dark, the names of Gods,

And rail ‘gainst the Fates.

The harder that I fight the dark,

The more the light withdraws.

I fight against my weary mind,

To understand the cause.

As my strength fades, my blows become,

Less fearsome over time.

And as I fail, the light at last,

Becomes a glow sublime.

Then as I pass beyond this world,

This truth at last I see.

You cannot take by force of arms,

What you received for free.

So in the end, we must accept,

An end to all our strife.

Go gently then into the light,

To find what’s after life.

Cheers, Winston