Tiptoeing into the darkness,
I slip on a streak of silver light
I’m falling as aghast as a toddler
My cries, I can hear them now.
I trace the skin of my injured ankle;
I can see its pale olive tone.
My heart clenches with longing,
My eyes burn with reminiscence.
I’ve been a shadow for too long.  
I can see my skin now,
its delicate hue beneath the silver.
How could I forget I was an entity of flesh too?
I feel the hostile cold seeping into me,
I can hear the voices
I can feel them luring me into the chasm again.
I fight back with my conscience,
however wretched it may be.
Today I decide to abandon the black.
Today I decide to worship the silver crescent.
I can’t see it yet,
but I can feel its inviting presence.
I chase the silver streak
The symphony of hope gets louder as I walk.
The darkness threatens me;
I’ve been clad in it for so long,
I wonder if I shall perish under the moon.
I feel something gnawing at my toes
I can feel the oozing moist crimson.
But I’ve been haunted by silence for too long,
I’ve been blinded by frozen shadows for an eternity.
I’ve suffered too many unhealed cuts,
I’d rather have myself turn to dust
I shall have it ambushed by the phantoms of light instead,
I’ve wrestled with cold demons enough
Continuing on my pursuit of escape,
I hear echoes of despondent screams,
the same ones that have always haunted me.  
I let the warrior in me prevail
Soon my gaze greets the luminous crescent;
I know I’ve finally found my way out.
I let the cold seep into my heart
I let it choke me with the brunt of solitude.
Now I can feel myself escape,
I am soaring high into the sky
And beneath me, my pale carcass rots.