That Light in the Darkest of Nights

A world of scornful smiles and swaying shadows,

Creeping, surrounding and all-encumbering,

Under the pale Moon, you lie slumbering,

Upon thorny roses of gray meadows.

Yet even in the deep darkness,

A glimpse of Light catches your sight,

As though it had pitied your plight,

Waning in the sky like a fallen Noblesse.

The Moon, she who stood tall in the sky,

Veiled in dark clouds of malefaction,

A royal Celestial among the putrefaction,

Had heard your silent cry.

So she woke you from your nightmare,

From a dream spanning an eternity,

Yet this Light that borders insanity,

Is this a Light of Hope, or Despair?