Analysis of Night's Edge

Strength is key in the knowledge of what was once done
it is a factor to the breaking apart of anyone's stones
if your hurt is a fear worse than a sun shattering tome
then your end of life is perfervid, as you burn so alone.

Strong as any stone is, it will eventually turn to dust
as do most promising relationships, upon which we trust
in life we sacrifice; living flesh all caused to combust
and drown in the pools of tears each sheds in disgust.

Expressing in words, all that is lost in a love for life
impedes trust between souls, sparring in a sprightliness
and in ruin, of one for life's strength passed to others
rests no comfort in forsaking, of a taken in love oath.

On one night, whose edge is a sharp as a stropped razors
words one has written heatedly bring tension to blister
away flee the memories, of love living in truth together
as nigh is the end, of this curst bond whet by disaster.

As you hold back the night, one that should not appear
and dress yourself down slowly, soul left only too bare
heart leaps from living as this eve's prophecy is clear
you are alive, no life or nights edge will you ever fear.