Evanescent sun draws near

Evanescent sun draws near ,

Dark wraps her tendrils 'round me .

Wild winds carry scent of fear —

And this dread spell has bound me .

Bound, so tight were I to leave,

To run, yet no place I know,

Weary wings from flight, relieve

From this violent breeze's blow.

But this front confronts, too hot —

Like moist breath, dark as storm's cloud.

Ourselves fear far heaven's lot:

Die; to be cast; to be allowed.

Fear binds tight mankind's senses

As songbirds fly by on high.

We lose all our pretences;

Then do dare behold the sky …

Nearing, in the distance booms

The foundation of our fear;

Loosing of the spell here looms —

Weep; so useless every tear.

Obligated but to stay,

Yet advised to go below;

Caught amidst deafening fray

With nothing for it to show.

I cannot see dark for night;

Its uncertainty so clear,

Shall now follow this twilight

For year after every year.

But that tie which binds me here;

Very reason I'd depart —

Hope, or pride, or freezing fear ,

Withal commandeers this heart.

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I wrote this poem many years ago while I was immersed in fantasy novels. I saw the Great Evil Force approaching as the Protagonist looked out on the fortress balustrade. At different points in life, I feel that the emotional turmoil, the fear and desperate hope corresponds with our lived experiences.

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