In The End Of All Things Poem by Timber Koleden

The road has been long and black the night;
Days of darkness have we seen and days of light.
Cold has been the way but warm was your hand;
Darkness before and darkness behind; all ‘round barren lands.
Shadowed has been the gloom but you have been my light;
You are my flower in bloom when all is suff'ring winter's bite.
Summers of joy so many together have we seen;
Flowers and rustling trees, quiet brooks, grasses green.
Winters of chill will never still our joy we share, you and me;
Even when the streams have run dry and dead are the trees.
Though white has been the lightening of our deepest fear;
And heavy have been the rains, winds driving it up like tears.
When we feared we would be parted and doomed to walk all alone;
We have never lost each other despite how far we have roamed.
Now comes the end and we depart over the seas of the last night;
The world fades into shades and all is crumbling in the dying light.
No tears we shed when we are hand in hand and forever loving;
We are simply privileged, simply glad: we are together in the end of all things.