Defeating the Darkness
There where the light does not touch
where few things grow and fewer still live
a glimmer of hope, a storm does brew
a river that sails itself to deep sea
life into death, death to unknown
Fields bathed in sunlight
golden harvest awaits
sing a song of bronze grain
blown by winds of fate
in the autumn of life
A ship sails from yonder
a distant shape growing near
a welcome voyage waits me there
where fruit trees stand tall
and bees sing through flowers
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