As I lay dying,
I feel my eyes begin to close,
the lids fluttering faintly as they settle.
My lips purse and fall limp,
and the faintest trickle of a tear
escapes from the corner of my eye.
Light fades from my vision,
raising a wistful hand as it blows away.
It dances through my fingers as I try to reach it,
and in an instant,
the light is gone.
Dark shadows cloud my vision,
swarming around me from all sides.
Screams echo from the tips of their tails,
and the space where their eyes should have been
are merely empty holes
hanging in the ebony atmosphere.