Her callous dispatch dictates his mind call the question.
Should he call the upon the dark or consent to the dimly lit?
One a conversant but slow demise, the other a precarious proposition;
His ache pleads for merciful end, equivocal fate dictates pause.
Choice certain of consequence, uncertain of responsibility;
Relief and obligation vie for mind’s position; solace and legacy compete for place;
Leave them with burdensome inheritance or encumber them by continued presence?
Choice may be an illusion devoid of responsibility; thus, acquitting him of guilt;
Consider fate not being a matter of choice, occurring instead from being viewed;
Superposed fates, equally probable and simultaneous disconnected from prior choice.
Those who have called upon the dark speak not, their silence unrevealing;
The indoctrinated claim knowledge of their fate while the faithless concedes ignorance;
Timeless rub once again obscures, denying exit if only for minute;
He reluctantly embraces old demons rather than tempt the new.