Post by austin on May 6, 2018 19:51:55 GMT -5
No Solace In The Light
Beauty is the rain
That drifts into the Light
It dances forsaken in
The winter night
So Empty And alone
Only to settle gently upon
Earth's face cold And vast
It seeps woefully
Into the darkness of Sorrow
Into the very heart of isolation
As loathsome Specters taunt
Anguish
It's bittersweet
Song falls upon deaf
Ears and barren Souls
On the weary path
To its own beginning
With each meter of
Its mournful ballad
The heart of isolation Swells
Yet, darkness
Isolation and anguish
Need not be feared
Nor subdued for they
Are not as they seem
The darkness is merely a Shadow
Isolation is, Other than a Void,
And the specters
Of anguish taunt
Naught but themselves
Cower not before the
Rain
Nor speak of
It as Babel for
Its treachery is but an illusion
When envisaged in the light
But Take heed
The light is
Merely understanding
And provides no Solace
Beauty is the rain
That drifts into the Light
It dances forsaken in
The winter night
So Empty And alone
Only to settle gently upon
Earth's face cold And vast
It seeps woefully
Into the darkness of Sorrow
Into the very heart of isolation
As loathsome Specters taunt
Anguish
It's bittersweet
Song falls upon deaf
Ears and barren Souls
On the weary path
To its own beginning
With each meter of
Its mournful ballad
The heart of isolation Swells
Yet, darkness
Isolation and anguish
Need not be feared
Nor subdued for they
Are not as they seem
The darkness is merely a Shadow
Isolation is, Other than a Void,
And the specters
Of anguish taunt
Naught but themselves
Cower not before the
Rain
Nor speak of
It as Babel for
Its treachery is but an illusion
When envisaged in the light
But Take heed
The light is
Merely understanding
And provides no Solace
