I lie down at the dawn of night,
And let my eyes fade.
I hear many whispers through the nights,
Victories the Light says She made.
I wish to not listen,
Pride is no better than Greed.
I wish to not let in, every prayer that contained Her sins.
As ravens start to sing,
The darkness finds what He fights for,
“He wishes to knock, at what we mortals call Death’s Door.”
Finally, the silence cracks its final laugh.
I swear above my eyelids, the world bore black.
Nothing was heard, for sound is something the world once lacked.
And I was lost on my verdict.
And as if Light made Her final blow,
The sun began to rise,
I rose from the nightmares from below
And let the Light foster my eyes.