~*~ A Light ~*~
-Stardancer
A cold, forbidding darkness surrounds me,
the silence, deafening.
There is no one with me, for I am alone,
nothing to comfort the numerous pains that I have taken upon myself.
Hope had long since disappeared,
my life with it as well.
'What is the use,' I think, feeling the icy fingers of death brush against my neck,
but something in the back of my mind, in the smallest portion of my heart nags me.
How could hope exist in a place such as this,
how was it possible?
'Silly,' I think, but tried anyway,
praying one last time for an angel to lead me from this darkness.
The black void in which I was trapped for eternity did not change,
it rested, undisturbed.
The nagging ceased,
succumbed to the ominous death.
I can no longer go on,
I am no longer.
Slowly, yet surly a small light appeared in the darkness,
growing and pulsing.
Catching my attention for a moment, but I soon banished the thought.
I paid no mind to the faint light that continued to augment,
corrupting the vast emptiness.
Gradually it increased,
dominating over the death.
Then slowly, almost painfully,
I felt what I had long since forgotten.
A gentle warmth, a subtle touch,
and then as light stood before me, if was no longer a small, dim orb,
but a life-sized, radiating being.
A hand reaches forth, grasping my cold trembling hand in its own,
pulling me to my unsure feet,
holding me as a new, rejuvenating energy coursed through my body.
The Almighty had heard my feeble prayer,
sending graciously an angel from heaven to guide me.
To give me strength when I tire,
to pick me up should I fall.
To carry with me the sadness during the darkest hours of my life,
to celebrate with me the most joyous occasions that I should experience.
Someone to listen should I need to be heard,
someone to speak to me when I am shunned by all others.
I must take back what I said before,
the Lord did not send me an angel.
He sent me someone better,
a friend.
-Stardancer
A cold, forbidding darkness surrounds me,
the silence, deafening.
There is no one with me, for I am alone,
nothing to comfort the numerous pains that I have taken upon myself.
Hope had long since disappeared,
my life with it as well.
'What is the use,' I think, feeling the icy fingers of death brush against my neck,
but something in the back of my mind, in the smallest portion of my heart nags me.
How could hope exist in a place such as this,
how was it possible?
'Silly,' I think, but tried anyway,
praying one last time for an angel to lead me from this darkness.
The black void in which I was trapped for eternity did not change,
it rested, undisturbed.
The nagging ceased,
succumbed to the ominous death.
I can no longer go on,
I am no longer.
Slowly, yet surly a small light appeared in the darkness,
growing and pulsing.
Catching my attention for a moment, but I soon banished the thought.
I paid no mind to the faint light that continued to augment,
corrupting the vast emptiness.
Gradually it increased,
dominating over the death.
Then slowly, almost painfully,
I felt what I had long since forgotten.
A gentle warmth, a subtle touch,
and then as light stood before me, if was no longer a small, dim orb,
but a life-sized, radiating being.
A hand reaches forth, grasping my cold trembling hand in its own,
pulling me to my unsure feet,
holding me as a new, rejuvenating energy coursed through my body.
The Almighty had heard my feeble prayer,
sending graciously an angel from heaven to guide me.
To give me strength when I tire,
to pick me up should I fall.
To carry with me the sadness during the darkest hours of my life,
to celebrate with me the most joyous occasions that I should experience.
Someone to listen should I need to be heard,
someone to speak to me when I am shunned by all others.
I must take back what I said before,
the Lord did not send me an angel.
He sent me someone better,
a friend.
