He that shrinks


Boarding the time of death soon
Lightening the darkness at night
A quest i am at twilight
As fire sparks my wick, my birth, my tune

People seated on a bench in Cameroon
Standing upright and gazing in fright
My tears, my fears, all in one night
Time for my soul to quench, how soon

I am he that will shrink
My tears, my integrity, no gain
Which i stand on

“Where is he” at sunrise, they may think
Never to be tall again
My life span, gone!

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