Luna Madness

A tribulation of torment and pain; Lunacy of the mind's deepest recess. A profound hurt no man would ever fain; A heinous cry he would try to suppress. Madness begets temptation ere' we sin; An aggrieved mind is our darkest harbor. Confession's quick where the pain is within; Torture's known to pierce man's strongest armor. Yet the dawn glides in casting a new day, Dispersing the shadows and night's parade. Awakening thoughts, reflections of life; Morphing our beings like a sculpture is clayed. Evil's no match for the Lord's pure light Dispatched in the darkness of deepest night.