Darkness Overcome

The accursed are brave in this place, where fear cannot arrest them. As for me, I stand exposed to the withering darkness that beats me down. In these darkened hollows prayers to God are still offered within the diocese of this battered mind. And stripped of varnish, my welt-ridden body struggles to barricade against the constant thrashes thrown up by the dark. Yet, as a phalanx of illumination makes its charge toward the dark, the time has come to push back the night by the lighted coals of the Seraphim. And my lips are left to mouth the sounds of coloured hues, as each breath is forced from my lungs, and my voice finds the tolerant tones of dawns luminescence . Once more I have found my eyes. And my mouth has gained its purpose, to scream a challenge at the darkness and be rid of this souless carcass. And force out the few, who thrive in the valley of my dark-day soul.