Until the End

I stand alone on the edge of all,

Beneath the sea and before the fall,

Silenced to hear the sirens call--

Abandoned again in the shadows drawl.

Listen in sorrow to the sparrow’s song,

The grief of a mother always feel so wrong.

I ask again; what is the point of it all?

For I to fight, for you to fight, for the world to fall?

Dance with me upon the chasm,

Teetering on the edge with each spasm;

Lie in askance for my mercy upon you

But I ask, in the end, what else is there to do?

I’ve cut the ties and burned the bridges,

I’ve spilled the ink and the sung the phrases,

I’ve paid the tolls and broke the minds;

And here I am, with the stage set and the stars aligned,

Ready to take the fall.