Light
To walk this, sickening, endless night...
What stalks this, darkened, cursed blight...
Who hasn't known my, haunting, death-filled plight...
Its sinister glare of numberless stares-
Their meaning lost, but hate still there.
And in this void to which I'm doomed-
That darkness thought to always loom-
Pierced by blackness; a shining light-
Purging the nightmare with brilliant midnight.
It's violet stars twinkle: a comforting sight.
Dawn breaks. A new day: bright.
In its, brilliant, orange light-
The stars becoming less than slight-
A nightingale drifts away, in flight.
My hope: a dream, though pleasant, quite.