He that shrinks

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Boarding the time of death soon,

Lightening the darkness at night, 

A quest i am at twilight. 

As fire sparks my wick, my birth, my tune. 

People seated on a bench in Cameroon, 

Standing upright and gazing in fright, 

My tears, my fears, all in one night. 

Time for my soul to quench, how soon. 
I am he that will shrink. 

My tears, my integrity, no gain; 

Which i stand on. 

“Where is he” at sunrise, they may think. 

Never to be tall again,

My life span, gone!