Last Writes

Last writes etched in shadows deep  
Whispers the past, a secret to keep  
Ink of sorrow on parchment of night  
A tale of despair hidden from sight  
 
In a room where dreams once flourished  
A writers soul now deeply nourished  
By darkness that consumed his mind  
His written words all that's left behind  
 
His last writes, a final plan for peace  
In the quiet his struggles cease  
A pen laid down, a life untold  
The cold embrace of winters hold  
 
Beneath the stars a story fades  
In shadows cast the past persuedes  
Silent echoes of a life once bright  
Now swallowed by the endless night