In Each Dark Battle Are Gems Still Hiding

In Each Dark Battle Are Gems Still Hiding I linger far too long in past glances repairing my heart from such ancient pains. I that carelessly took too many chances now look back at far, far too many stains. No shadows that follow bear good tidings where tired spirit seeks safe shade and deep rests. In each dark battle are gems still hiding in green forests upon snow covered crests. Long has been the widening path taken where night-moon and bright sun upon man shine. All seems so lost but hope is not forsaken death is dark-food upon which Fate does dine. Tarry not, road slows, end-game is in sight. There sleep, basking in its eternal light. R.J. Lindley