What dreadful night of the soul do you traverse?
What sharp crags cut your bloody feet and line the dark?
What hounds bay and keen behind your ears?
What smell of dread horror wafts above your soul?
Emerge
Every desperate dark is canvas for a glimmer
A glow can warm the coldest tundra
Hold hope close, and nourish its ray
As you wait for
dawning of another sure day
Emerge
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