A thousand times again
Ailments escape the den, is no weight too great?

Give us the key.

Eerily
Only feebly kept at bay,
The once black lines now become gray.

Will realities crash and happiness cease to be,
For so much will has risen in me

A raging inferno may repair what it destroys,
Will it usher in a new dawn
So I can take measure of what is gone?