When the darkness consumes me,
There still is a light,
That surrounds me, and pulls me,
Out past the night,
The light shines truly, with a peace filled command,
To live life fully, and be done with the damned,
Not a god, not a ghost, and not even a man,
But a woman, whose presence, is incomprehensible, in this desolate land.
Someone so grand, and someone so true,
Even the light is forsaken to her shining hue's,
And swept into the shadows by her endless glow,
To only be dispelled, by a hate filled blow,
But to grow back again, more beautiful than an ember dawn,
And open up like a flower to the world, which was left out before,
A shining new moon, and a beautiful new day,
The fullest of lights, to surround my soul to the ends of my days.
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