I was lost

 
But as the smoke cleared


 So did my thoughts

   
 A voice vibrating within the vapors


Resonating

 
Deflating the fog


   Onyx was all that I saw


Until a beam of light broke through


Transforming  into a perfected  palm
                                  
     
 Warming and absorbing the ravens in the room


The same hand then untied my noose


Spelling freedom with its intricate knots


Exonerating  my doom       


Later vanishing  


Taking the darkness

 
But leaving the moon