A recent poem

[window_of_time]

I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this poem, though I like the arc of the whole thing. It's a pseudo-sonnet, don't know if I'll ever sit down and try to make it a real sonnet. Its alternate title is Vanities of Vanities


Barren Earth or Vanities of Vanities

All hope in this place is dead
light swallowed by shadow’s growing dread;
bleakness alone compasses about
with fear, vanities, and uncertain doubt.
Under the newly dark’ning sky
the lasting good will no longer lie
to be found by that seeking sight
for now is only the lengthening night.
The deeper shadows come to engulf all
bringing about the new darkness fall
drawing all chances down to naught
undoing that which has been wrought.
And all yesterdays pass without care
charred in hope’s last burning flare.

Coda: Yet darkness falls so that the Sun may rise.