I speak to the void;
The void that culls us;
That plagues Earth with Dark.
Which extinguishes soul’s rare resplendence.
I address the fear;
The fear in our hearts.
Unsure if our troubles--
Are truly shared, I assure you they are.
I call upon the Devil;
Tempter of lost hope,
You fickle, pathetic Lord of Hades.
Youth gives foundation,
A woven chrysalis
But you fell, tragedy before the bloom.
You would have emerged,
The beautied creature,
Wings spread far and wide-
Fully formed, faint remnant of the crawling beast,\
Oh, what sadness I face--
I who hardly knew thee;
I return to call upon Guidance --
Whatever unearthly force that may be--
Guidance gave me hope, and never again shall someone not share it with me