A Figure of the Past

Darkness consumes where once eyes glowed,
Sadness becoming the only thing known,
Dark fog creeping till a suffocating black,
A physical and mental furtive attack.

'Twas seen as abnormal, they all but failed,
Till one last gasp, alone he inhaled.
Stifled by the fog, deafened by the night,
Exalted by creation, exhausted by the fight.

To that dark morning, she awakened,
At that moment, alone, he was taken,
Happy mornings and days, this is her last,
As his existence became a figure of the past.

© Christie 2006