A rickety shack down a lonely lane
Quiet heralds twilight by a candle flame
Feathers of eider, soft and white
My only company through endless night
Outside creaking branches from ageing pine
Still succulently sweet, aroma divine
Crackling logs murmur in a dusty grate
Hiding the agony of my sorrowful state
Lay in the darkness, alone but unafraid
Actions in my mind played and replayed
Was the direction I took to be the right turn
Will I spend my last days full of concern
The night is long and my thoughts are deep
A harvest of memories for me to reap
Languishing here in an empty shell
Erstwhile years seeming a living hell
Veiled fog descends and bids me sleep
Respite sought in the world of belief
Morning calls with the song of bird
Providing conclusion with the rightful word
