There was a sound In the night It was my passionate heart beating. Restless and irritable... I started to act out in artistic rhythms... Communicating my disdain and unhappiness I changed such feelings to light and fought the inevitable The forces of strength were warmth and truth a strong spirit regenerating itself back to its former youth. I stood up and wrote and played through the night. I reached out to others and helped ease the dark forces that blurred their innocence in sight The Karma was bright as it returned to me.. Not wishing for a reward I smiled at the fruits of my labor to aid this fine world As I turned the pages of the future pages of History's Book as my words changed the outcome which we had thought could never be stopped from being unveiled. It was freedom of spirit and speech A beautiful weapon in which we all possess I fought with such a brutal weapon towards darkness as it was a beautiful cloaked dagger in which upon darkness I had it upon such used to wail.