End of Days


And a heart breaks but shatters not,
for it has hope before it rots.
Before it withers, dying, death.
It gasps for love with its last breaths.
Belief fills the crimson sea,
take away the mysery.
Take the misery away,
so I can die by end of day.
The hope that shines its bright warm light,
leaves, the broken heart, now dark night.
A shadow passes overhead,
as in terror and in pain.
Sees that light of hope and love,
will never shine again...

for one person... known when read.