Jumbled menace mires my Mind.
A horrid, humid howl rings out,
Born away on the wind of the darkened
day.
The dismal dream of night's embrace is
all I have to cling to
In a whirlwind world that wears the
strength of man and beast.
And life and light are fleeting fey,
Or fears of what may come should I risk
to stay.
No winter here can bear the gray stain
That glowers, cold and cruel, in the
harrowed Heart.
But perseverance holds the hand of
those who reach,
Grasping as if to save the drowning
soul.
And once again, the world turns,
Eyes shine bright,
Breath is drawn,
And I am alive to speak of things of
great import,
And of none at all.
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