Chapter XII: Darkness
As evening covers the sky,
A war between night and day,
It erupts and fall so high,
One gets a win in a sway.
For the crops that were fertile,
Sowed by someone with dismay,
Though withered and it's futile,
No water, left to decay.
Though he still have mindsets,
Fight and struggle to survive,
Though they say it's what he gets,
It's not fair, should have derive.
A sudden pulse in the core,
As the Red Giant decrease,
Though it flings others and sore,
But its fuel means to cease.
"Is this how it needs to end?
Is this the end of my life?
I want my life to extend,
Not to end it with a strife!
Now I know what does life means,
Why have I wasted it?
Just for a girl in trade of beans,
For it my life isn't so lit.
What a small thing for regrets,
Should have been cool for others,
Well I say as the sun sets,
At last I had my druthers."
His vision fills up vignette,
Then a void where he then goes,
The fish fell into the net,
Can't get out, where no one knows.
As the angler sleeps beneath,
Just a dim light from his head,
But flowers and thorns on wreath,
Are adorned, placed on the dead.
For a living, no one gave,
Such pretty items to him,
Bear fruit then to those who waive,
But shame unto those who're dim.