She's the silver that turns empty darkness into night;
The pitch black where lies in wait,
The menace that creeps in after illusions break,
What shimmers in and shields you from this insidious snake,
She's that magic light;
Soul cracked like dry earth, spark as alive as a naked tree,
She sings her silver song,
And breathes life, where dawn is a dead romantic's dream.

My hands ***** on cold stone, it's so dark here there is no sight,
And still, restless search fatigues blind eyes,
They dart about for a trace of shining white;
They dart about, only till realization strikes,
And then a smile breaks and I gently close my eyes.

The hands feeling the cold stone wall guide my feet not forward nor back;
The audacity of hope was just hell's little joke,
I have been walking around in a circular trap;
A parched laughter I hear in an alien voice,
Why then does it throb in my vocal chords?
The laugh's on my misguided blind eyes - inside a narrow black well, imagining steps forward, searching for her distant light.

When did I fall into this dark spell?
My memory dwindles - it's as feeble as once sunlit eyes,
And yet, in a deep corner somewhere, there is one that abides:
She's magic silver,
She turns empty darkness into a starlit night.

Drowned in the shaft, no sound stirs, and I look up,
Could I perhaps find if I tried, the opening that would gift a little glimpse of the sky?
I strain but it's the same all around,
The dense heavy black bears down.

It's out there as lies within,
The poison that fell like a drop on the rainbow sky;
It spread in black veins, slashing cuts, swallowing the red,
Dripping toxic death, I watched all the colors die;
The last I saw was a black rainbow, like a scythe against the dark sky.

And ever since then, blind eyes crawl the shadowed night,
Seeking just a touch of her silver light;
And whenever thought stirs and I picture again,
The death of the rainbow in patient detail,
I feel a surge inside, and lips part in secret delight.

And now I know why I find myself between these walls in this chamber of hell,
I did not fall - I found it and I jumped;
It was too late now - lethal this poison must never touch her pure eyes, or drip upon her liquid light.

Here she will not find me,
Here I will know in that insulated corner inside,
Somewhere she shines,
She once turned an empty darkness into a silver night.