A Light In the Black

When ready I was to surrender, unconditional, and to Death, no less, then caught my rising head a lighter shade than dark. An impossible phenomenon, amongst these always gathering, ever-permeating devils. The throng of suffocating blackness parted - You who would die too: Hark! For there in the eternal night, flickered actual light! Where no light belonged, it nonetheless existed. Softly at first, then brighter still, until I cried out, as joyfully my eyelids blistered! An angel, surely, I first thought it to be, but no! A mere man but blessed and cursed like me! Smiling, but fighting the devils, like did I, once, until no light, or breath in my chest, was left coming free.