My Death of Dawn

~ by Hailey Mortvedt 

The night grows old as I wait for my time 

For when the morn's enveloping light comes, I will die

There is nothing to do but wait and linger on 

And I feel my once - burning strength wane. 

I dread and long for what will come, for when it does,

I will never be again, but I shall not feel the way I do. 

I shall be at peace with myself and my soul

Knowing that there is no choice for me. 

In the distance I see the first signs of light, 

And despite myself I begin to tremble. 

Would you don't fear death too, if knew that it was no near?
Would you not shudder at the awful power that it withholds.
If you would not, than I cheer for your bravery.
I do not have that sort of courage,
Nor do I think that I ever will.
but one thing is certain as I watch the sun draw nearer.
Though I may fade, all will go on.
No one will notice as I slip away,
And as a greater things take my place.