Outward I gazed upon what life I'd led
and saw just grey until horizon's edge.
Forever ****** I am, this road to tread,
yet never shall I yield, to trudge I pledge.

Then blackest shadow came and in a flash
began to form a shape both strange and plain.
A cat. One black as soot and soft as ash.
Now that a change had come, did hope remain?

She lept upon my lap, let out a purr,
and melted ice encasing broken soul.
Who knew such dark would tears of joy confer?
The end may come and yet at last I'm whole.

For beauty such as this is oh so frail,
for you I'll fight, and know I shall prevail.