Upon the darkened wings of sorrows storm,
which cast down shadows heinous in form,
swirls a whirlwind of souls unshorn,
flesh and bone,from whence they were torn,
with voices screaming, and yet, unheard,
lost in a world of the chaotic absurd.
And into this bedlam of mayhem and discord
came a light with arms of rowan wreathed accord
to offer solemn solace to a tempest of despair
and sanctuary's reprieve to those that would dare
to transverse the path in one single stride,
sacrificing the ego and surrendering the pride.
Cascading torrents of anguished avian fluxation,
bound in the mighty grip of anger's consternation,
denied this behest and held back the fray,
abruptly ending the possibility of a jubilant stay
to the bone weary pain and sorrow filled tears
leaving instead naught but sharp jagged fears.
Hell this twas not, nay, look now and see,
the truth that once dwelt deep within me,
beneath the facade of heavenly grace,
below the mask and behind the face,
a single being alone in disgrace
choosing the darkness, a chaos filled place.
But still that light stayed near, with its echoing call,
waiting patiently for a time when I would let go and fall,
to reach out once more its arms of accord,
and slice through the darkness with a heavenly sword.
To offer me blessings of hope through my plight,
and truth, simply sought, through azure sight,
to open the heart in time's gentle refrain,
and wash away the remnants of night's long lasting stain.
See now the measure of a soul's evolution,
even as it fights and casts up in revolution,
for hope's gentle arms stand waiting, ready at hand,
for the time when you fall, to help you to stand,
even when there seems nothing in this realm of delusion,
standing alone, in truth, is naught but illusion.
Have faith, believe, and trust in this fact,
for this truth is given in heavenly pact,
that you are never as alone as you seem,
even when you fight...even when you scream.
All you must do is to turn and to see,
the truth that resides deep within thee.
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