Something trembles in the darkness
shadow pressing always inward
drowning out all trace of light
creating blindness, sound, sight, touch
souls encounter only blackness
cries of terror ring silently
a heart's deprived of all it's love
prayers are lost to eternity
the rules are now, as chaos dictates
complete surrender is not an option
choice is but a wistfull dream
as are freedom, light and joy
and still there is a final weapon
beginning as a moted spark
fed by the inner essence of life
'tis Hope...
Copyright © 1999 By JBest
