Midnight Sun

Pitch black, nothing in sight, the only sensation my body feels is the cold wind and the icy shiver creeping down my spine. My heart races, my legs quake as I'm pacing through this darkness: a faceless, crude, and nameless menace that threatens to consume me whole. I can only think of you, my sun, my midnight sun. My feet are weary, my eyes are bleary, and I fear dearly for my life. Fate betrays me, misfortune haunts me, destiny taunts me with a knife pressed to my throat. My vision is clear but the light is naught; how do I see? How do I shift the tides of my destiny? My fears have won, my hope undone. Is this the end, or has my story just begun? Where is the joke, where is the goddamn pun? I'm out of breath, but these voices keep whispering in my dead, decaying ears, "There is no escape, no exit, none." But I do know, I do know one: my midnight sun!