Never Shall the Shadow Fall

Poem No. 809

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Never shall the the shadow fall
in final form and deadly pall
never shall I answer to the call
of the Rot that festers all about.

I will rage against the dying of the light
with broken weapons, still I fight
it matters not how oft the Blight
rises and ruins— I will build again.

Bloodied and traitorous, I may be
but I will turn again from the sea
when Damnation’s tides rise around me
I may be drowned, but never die,
for I have fixed my eye
on the Light that cannot die.

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I messed up, on the day I wrote this poem. I did something I shouldn’t have. When the time came to write my daily bit of rhyme, I didn’t feel like doing it— I felt defeated, as if I ought to go to bed in silence, and put no words on the page.

But then I realized, doing that would be another victory for my Enemy. I could not allow that. So I whipped out my Notes app and typed this poem up before pulling up the covers.

It turned out as a sort of poetic shout of defiance in the face of something that threatens to destroy.

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Yeah, line 5 and this drawing are WH40K references. For better or worse.

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“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

—Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night