You look for clarity, as you walk the edge of void,
old darkness beckons at each step,
You ask for charity, for a thing that's not destroyed,
A begger climbing from the depths.
You give appology, for a crime that you perceive,
And yet your punishment persists,
You lose chronology, and yet time cannot decieve,
the healed scars that mark your wrists.
You seak for surety, like a foothold on the path,
As quicksandss cling at every pace,
You stil see purity, as a light that gives you strength,
As a point of safety in the chase.
You use a melody, as a mirror and an aid,
A staff of glass on which you lean,
You find a remedy, in a moment of thought laid,
Of desire and a single fulfilled dream.
You seak progression, with your learning and your pain,
up the road and spiral that you run,
You fear regression, and of turning back again,
yet you know know battle's ever won.
Ask a question, get an answer,
for you are no necromancer,
Yet in tombs of blackest dreaming,
find a word in thought and seeming.
Face the dawning, think on light,
Feel the burning from behind,
Turn to face it, feel the pain,
turn once more, and turn again.