By I.M. Ulysses
Into the darkness
I plunge forth in power
Moving past fears
In my darkest hour
I cannot delay
I cannot resist
The urge that draws me
In to the pit
For I know what others
Simply can't see
That beyond the threshold
There's a prisoner to free
Alone in the gloom
She cries for the light
For a beacon of hope
In a very black night
She squirms in her pain
And struggles to find
The meaning of truth
That she's been denied
So downwards I come
Following her voice
Seeking to save;
I don't have a choice
I'm coming I shout
As the pit closes round
Hoping she'll hear me
As the echoes resound
Though I am wounded
Battered and torn
The Spirit's still with me
And my resolve is strong
As I round a great bend
I see the hurt soul
My poor little angel
Who feels all alone
Up on my steed
I gently lift her
And kiss her sweet face
To know that I miss her
Onward we race
Battling our demons
Struggling to find
Purpose and meaning
When there up ahead
The darkness now breaks
The sun shines above
With hope in its wake
Safe and secure now
My angel smiles gladly
What was lost is now found
What was sad is now happy
As we ride on together
Her head on my shoulder
Though I am wounded
I am happy to hold her
No one will believe me
When I tell this great tale
Of a precious little person
Whom I could not fail
How I needed to find her
And risked all my fears
To bring her to freedom
And dry all her tears
Darkness is scary
And lonliness is fright
But one must believe
They can still makes things right
Onward now we go now
Happy, and free
My angel and I
For eternity
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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