If in the valley, we are overcome,
Within the shadow, and discouragements from.
By winds of chilling vile contempt,
Steeling into our hearts attempt.
Wilted hope, become demoralized,
Self inflicted, ourselves, our flesh, despised.
Absolute, plenary, with darkness' shroud,
We find ourselves falling lower then the ground.
The grinding 'unpleasantries' in every degree,
Unbearable bearable, with screams to free.
Desolated, forsaken, and unexplained,
Scrunched down and left, maimed.
Our spirits circumvented and vanquished,
And in all life, withdrawl is wished . . .
" Will Our Hearts Still Seek What Once We Knew?
And Find The Strength, To This Darkness Elude?"
Beneath the oppressive, out from the veil,
Upon the strained will, wilt we prevail.
Within the unseen, out of all reach - cold hope still lies,
Refusing poisoned endurance, ceaseless to arise.
Powered by the unquenchable Love,
Not only to conquer, but to strive above.
Grueling in every way,
Through dawn and endless day,
Transferred into, trees of wood,
Under which we now stood.
Two beams of constant weight,
We marched forward, into our fate,
Willingly bearing this continuous death,
Even unto our very last breath,
Through venom's anguish and vast distress,
Somehow, resistance to, refuses regress.
" Dear Dawn Of Forever Black Days,
Unstained Are We By Thy Ashen Rays!"
