The Shadow's Gentle Summons

The ancient clock, it whispers now, its rhythm almost gone
I watch the fading light of day, from dusk until the dawn
My hands, like fragile parchment, tell a story long since told
But in my soul, a quiet peace, a haven, brave and bold.
The wind outside, a distant sigh, the stars begin to gleam
I know the curtain's falling on this vivid, waking dream.
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And when that spectral shadow calls, no gasp, no desperate plea
I have seen everything, the vastness meant for me.
When that veiled figure stands so close, where I have always been,
I'll rise and greet him with a nod, a timeless, silent kin.
I knew the love that filled my years, a cosmic, burning flame,
No fear remains to haunt my name, no trace of earthly blame.
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There were crossroads in the darkened wood, where choices blurred and swayed
Moments when a different path, my weary spirit prayed.
Perhaps a scar I could have missed, a burden I'd not bear,
Yet looking back, the grand design unfolds beyond compare.
Each whispered sorrow, every joy, each bitter, sweet embrace –
It had to be this symphony, in time, and space, and grace.
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And when that spectral shadow calls, no gasp, no desperate plea
I have seen everything, the vastness meant for me.
When that veiled figure stands so close, where I have always been,
I'll rise and greet him with a nod, a timeless, silent kin.
I knew the love that filled my years, a cosmic, burning flame,
No fear remains to haunt my name, no trace of earthly blame.
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I feel the cool earth beneath me, the starlight on my face,
A silent gratitude for this quiet, hallowed place.
He offers me his darkened hand, no terror in his eyes,
Just knowing wisdom in the depths of ageless, vast skies.
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Take my hand, old friend, the long night has come.
Yes, take my hand, the cosmic journey's done.

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