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