A Few Brief Lines

A few brief lines, and then I’m gone,
No more this day to look upon.
My mood is well, but I see dawn
Approaching, with the sun.
And so, I speed through poetry.
The rhyme and verse, they come to me,
Until these final lines I see,
And know my job is done.

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Written while listening to the Desert of Träun’s Part III:  The Lilac Moon (2003).