All the years and pages past
read only as a prologue,
the light of my soul finally strong enough
to burn away this dense fog.

As of late I’ve dreamed a dream
that I would never wake.
Only slumbering to pass the time
another step I could not take.

I let my soul sleep through darkness
while I learned how to fight.
It has woke within me now
to end this lonesome night.

The dream of survival fades
as wakeful reality takes its place.
In passing I’ve but heard of life,
now let me see its face.

Ill not let my story languish here
among its opening pages.
A story so grand it cannot not be fathomed
as the prologue marks the pages