The flickering flame in the dream of your eyes, is a glimmer of life in a darkening sky. But little heat remains to warm the weary hearts of those so slowly left bereft and torn apart. A chill wind blows a tear across the cooling fires, a rain of lasting love falling softly through life's briars. A trickle of silent sorrow leaving trails on shallow cheeks, as if from deep within, a life force slowly leaks. And there in the darkening distance atop a cold and misty hill, a solemn shadow now stands watch, it’s scythe held high and still. A long and lonely vigil through a hazy starless night, awaiting the final moment when a fresh soul takes its flight. * Written by Darren Scanlon, October 2013. Revised by Darren Scanlon, 11th May 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.