I wrote a poem based on a certain scene in The Dark Tower IV. Spoiler warning: reveals the fate of a primary character.

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The Last Sunrise

The silver light
Casts ghosts upon her skin
Upon her horse
Anxious, she waits for him

He cleans his guns
Knowing this night, he can
Never go back
Once, for love, blood is spilled

Ka is a wheel
To deny it, a curse
But forsaken love,
Like death, is surely worse

In this world that
Has moved on, it’s said
Ka is a wind,
And so tears will be shed

In their embrace,
They know this to be true
His quest is hard,
Yet he must see it through

He plants her face
Into his heart and mind
Not knowing that
This is their last goodbye

Betrayed again
By the evil pink glass

And though the flames
Engulf most of her cries
“I love thee!” she screams into the last sunrise

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