Shadows thicken fast,
something withers in my heart.
I feel a pungent smell,
someone calls with arms outstretched.
I see my shadow shrink
into a dark hole,
am I entering a street
where illusion and reality meet?
How to say goodbye
to my long-time host,
without him I too shall not be;
he has been my holy ghost.
Every night I hear the knell
and count the executions
of my companions.
Is it my turn, now?
