Absolution

In the twilight we are met
by specters of regret,
each shuffling unholy fiend
a nightmare if we let
ourselves be guillotined
by the pitted blade of debt
they brandish as a threat.

Be prepared as photons fade
to face a fearsome blade
but never let that phantom win
deny the shameful shade
be deaf to its devious din
and maybe when goodbyes are bade
your peace will be made.