The Last

The last

A name etched in the sand
The last of my kind
Doesn't leave
Any ace up the sleeve
Any perk in the hand
We fought ourselves
Till we saw each one
No more
We built our hell
Out of a heaven
We could've adored

A face placed in history
One lost in the grave marked
By a stark,
mass appointed Misery
The law of the land
placed a cost
on all of our heads,
and cuffed our hearts
to our hands

A name etched in the sand
The last of my kind
Leaves no one
To understand
We could've held light
To hope
And fought the good fight
Till the universe froze