Not very bright,
fairly not right,
they want to leave this world,
turn out the light.

Watch the sun dim;
dim the sun watch,
the koi-day sluggish
in timeless nightswim.

Wasting the time,
time running out,
they want to leave flatland
for the mild lapis clime.

Life unaware,
wary of life,
they quail mountain thunder:
quelled by the bugbear.

The end: depart,
they end parted
from the world of reason
into the dark.

*[ WSB ]_.