Embracing the Dark

The shadows close, a creeping dread,
The final hour looms ahead.
A ticking clock, a fleeting light,
The world spins on into the night.

Decisions made, my path unsealed,
A chilling purpose now revealed.
The way is long, the burden deep,
Yet through the dark, my course I keep.

All in a rush, my spirit strains,
Against the twisting, knotted chains.
A fatalistic calm descends,
Decisively so, the journey ends.

Not terribly worried, my fears subside,
As whispers on the wind confide.
So far to go, yet darkness falls,
And shadows answer when fate calls.

LINE COUNT: 16 Lines
WRITTEN FOR: "Winner & New Prompt Due Wednesday, February 21"  
PROMPT:
Write a story or poem in which the main character is lying.

Include the following phrases, bolded, in any order:

all in a rush
decidedly so
not terribly worried
so far to go

Use Dark as one of your genres.