Two Cloudy Windows

When wandering in the dark once
I came upon two cloudy windows.
Filled with hope's essence,
I stopped before them.

Never before had I been
Out of this black air
And my soul was tired of this scene,
I longed to open them.

I reached out, but I was halted,
The shadow took me by the wrist,
It dragged me to its king, exalted.
Oh what hideousness I beheld.

The Shadow King grasped
My hands and I felt as if aging
for many seasons at a time. Clasped,
my hands could not be freed.

In a flash, my conviction
Reuturned, the ebony ruler
Let go. Overcome by the depiction
In my head, I ran blindly.

I somehow found the windows
And I opened them. Through I
Went, into celestial glows.
I was found again.

Into outstretched,
Bloody hands I was accepted, and that
Foreign act called
Laughter came from my mouth again.