Dying

I was born in the valley of death.
At the time I had no fear.
After years of growing and learning,
I sense my end comes near.

The sun, I say, is turning black,
it's tugging at my soul.
I fear the place it's pulling from!
It wants to take it whole!

The fire in me is going out!
I am no longer warm.
My soul is quickly leaving me
for a place it has no form.

I lost my soul! It stole my life!
I was put into a hole!
I hope my soul is happy now.
As my body fulfills it's role.

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