Dark contemplations, so black they’re grey.
Tenebrous memories join in the fray.
Ominous tidings usurping light –
I cannot see the stars tonight.
Outside, grim darkness – vile demons swarm.
Despair, malignance – inside, a storm.
Tomorrow’s promise defies the blight,
resolves my will to stay the fight.
Over the hills to the east you rise;
warming my soul, igniting the skies.
Casting off shadow, bringing the light –
my heart unfetters at the sight!
Here beneath your radiant wonder,
the demons’ grip is split asunder.
Free from perdition, hope’s acolyte,
with renewed strength my spirit takes flight.
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