Little Danny Boy

The night before the morning,
Shadows creeping through the mists
Surrounding the crying boy
Before he is doomed to a fate
Worse than death itself.
At first, quiet, serene,
Then raucous like a reckoning ball
Slamming against his personal wall,
Wrecking the self-edifice
He had worked so hard to build
Since day one of his youth-filled time,
The night proceeds to progress
Little Danny Boy towards oblivion.
Nerves rattling his bones, his skin,
Teeth chattering again and again,
He drops to his knees in pain,
And rocks forward, then back,
Like his grandmother in her rocking chair,
Tears rolling down his cheeks.
Niagara Falls has set in.
The perenial flooding of the fall,
And what is he going to do about it?

He's broken now. Shattered glass.