The Darkness bonds us to the Monster that occupies our lives,
We are held together by its grasp, entwining us with lingering,
Gangling fingers that, for so long, has contained us in its damp,
Emotionless and secretive blackness,
This is where we belong; in a life of fear and anger and loneliness.
We are bonded,
Yet we strive to catch a glimpse of the Light,
Our uncertainty that tries to entice us out of the dungeon.
‘Our safe-haven’ ‘our home’, we are reluctant to look to the Light,
We have served the Monster for so long, it devoured our spirit of hope,
The Monster who laughs and clutches at our souls,
Knowing – He is annihilating our existence,
He knows he has the power, the control.
The Light, the leader, the caretaker that shines ever so luminous,
The Light that lives to care and cares to love the dungeon dwellers.
The Light- devoted to its endeavor to free our souls from,
The Monster of Darkness;
The Light- whose only desire is to equip us,
With steps, one by one, of the ladder on display;
Taunting us to climb up from the hole where we are cold but safe,
Asking us to leave the pit of safety we have known for so long.
It is the Light that is our teacher,
Providing its loving hand,
And fierce spirit,
The Light that shines as radiant as we will allow for now,
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