FADES THE LIGHT (kerielle sonnet)

What waits for me, as eyes grow dim,
And from within slow fade the light?
Dark plays well, my final hymn;
Beyond the sunset hides the night.

As pale skin thins to bleed with ease,

And purple bruises win the fight,
As each step gives to rest and wheeze,
Beyond the sunset hides the night.

But yet with wing’d prayer upon

The God of all my fathers’ might,
Past the darkness waits new dawn;
Beyond the sunset hides the night.

What waits for me as eyes grow dim?

Beyond the sunset hides the night.

                                --Monty Wheeler