Near to The End

Soft whirling breeze hang by side,

The shadow swings in the midnight,

Two men come and be the guide,

Prevent the rope untie the sad kite.

Shadow is the son of night and light,

At the verge of eternal fade away,

Will you come and see the sight?

On the moment the body blown away.

Author's Note

I'm very thankful for the two. Thank you.