the last bright glow

if there were light to illuminate our hearts
what would we find and would its name
be one that could be uttered without shame
or would we hurl at it the swiftest darts
that we could create by alchemic arts
if only so we could avoid the blame
that would accrue if then we did not tame
our shades and spirits in their proper parts
to do obeisance to the final master
of all our doings the one who just commands
and sees it done the way that seems most right
although it leads us only to disaster
we each of us must take our proper stands
and wait with patience for the fall of night