At the Edge of Darkness: Poem by Eemaan binte Fayyaz
At the edge of darkness
Alas! I mourn the fading light
That overcame man’s tragic fate
That floods upon the victor’s gate
Of which the night knew no respite.
I mourn the fleeting time that takes
The spirited ones into the grave
That crawls beneath the rolling wave
A sweeping force that makes and breaks.
Or else, the vacant soul that bears
The foolish tantrums of its cage
That mark’d and made man’s sordid age
A faithless vessel lost in tears.
And yet I am forever wise
Of raging truth by all I scour
Tis only at the darkest hour
That the broken sun can truly rise.