Crossing the Abyss

Dark paths I tread carelessly
beneath a shroud of falling skies,
a wanderer a world away
from where I have been
and where I am going.
There was light, once,
to guide me, to show the path
that led to the sea–
that vast expanse of the Abyss
where a man, such as I,
could be lost and forget
and forgotten be free,
cradled in the arms of Oblivion,
owing and owed to no one;
but the light, faltering,
betrayed its weakness,
for it is not eternal in its being,
and once upon the shores of Night,
all that can be seen is
Nothing.