Face the RavenA Poem by The Hampstead PoetClose your eyes Breathe in this moment for all it's worth Remember the taste of the air the soothing blankness of the night sky pinpricks of stars glowing faintly the thud of blood pumping through your veins Remember life The breaths you took without thought Now numbered in their thoughtlessness The sighing of the wind as it caresses your face As your mother once did so very long ago and weeps, weeps for this final night! The silence So out of place at the dusk of a life so filled with laughter and suddenly, so jarring to the ears as the last thing you will hear Here you stand at last Not running, waiting, still Who could have seen your last night come tonight? So touch the world around you Grip it tight if you can, for all too soon it fades away If you could stand here, forever, on the brink and never make another choice you would If you could take another breath Begin another adventure oh, you would! But here you are And life won't wait a second more to give you one last moment and time won't stall the sunrise so that you can say goodbye and live Live the things that you'd been promised, the words just barely spoken oh, the promises! And he promised the most of them all And silence Sound enough to say goodbye, but words can barely whisper all the things you have to say You didn't see it coming, so how could you have prepared for the last night This night now that this day is upon you there's so much left to be done and so much more you have to do. Rage, rage if you will Curse the uselessness of it all; the mistakes you've made Knowing nothing now can take it back And the end you face is yours and yours alone How lonely you are! For he looks at you with horror Did he really not see this day coming? He, who knew it all who promised to keep you safe In words that were never said For you were invincible Together; you thought you could outrun death! You thought you'd make it out never looking over your shoulder. Only now you discover how wrong you were And his eyes say sorry but you shoulder this blame alone Now, turn, Clara, on your heel and face the darkest night The final night. And know the hardest part is saying goodbye. Goodbye. Feel your heart, pounding, louder drumming as you march unto the next world the next life Feel tears just wet your eyes as you remember the life worth living The one you have no choice but to give up and slide cautiously down your cheeks Feel your feet tread upon that earthen soil you were born in The soil still dependable beneath your mortal feet Do not turn back now Oh, Clara, close your eyes But do not run Do not try to escape this fate Be brave For him Don't let him see the tears you shed in spite of yourself Feel the rush of air come fast towards you The death that rides so surely on that wind Do not scream Cry out, in agony, if you will but do not break his hearts Oh, Clara, always the bravest one Who lost the sight of her own mortality Who tasted what this life was like and lived it. Truly lived it. Be brave one final time, my dear For now I cannot hold your hand Embrace it! Embrace the end, as you embraced beginning. Oh, Clara, darling, the time has come The time you must stop running Turn around, and stand your ground For you must face the raven
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