In a flash,

a light goes dark,

is gone, and no more.

Random images are left;

soulless odd shaped forms,

each a pretend creature;

created by that lifetime now gone.

Creatures that scurry here and there.

Nothing more than clutter,

left by that one life.

Valued residue,

no longer a separate life,

in a living sense.

Just memories left to wind down.

Memories of that sole stilled voice.

Fading over time slowly to blackness.

As the lost essence shallows,

movement slows, as energy fades.

Until, finally gone from sight,

the last receding ripples calm,

until nothing remains of that one life.