So cold, so wet so weak, so hungry The weight of the darkness genuflects my soul.
So huddled I shake and I wait Wait wait for me! Come back, do return soon!
I can't see. Thunder flattens my hair onto my scalp but the lightning does no thing to illuminate the path that must, that must be before my blind eyes. How can I step without light, you call this rescue?
But the greater darkness is deeper. Deeper than the shine-less drops of dew speckling my skin. The greatest darkness is within and it stands before a great light. I am a shuttered lantern of the night.