Tell me then how to face this day,
As the coward that would avert his gaze?
Untold days spent lost and slaved to sand,
Hand in hand with the chains of time.
Or should we grasp it as would a man?
By throat and pain and circumstance,
Each rage at our command.

For promised lands are paved with pride.
The consequence of shifting tides
Once known and a matter of course.
But these seas lay uncharted
Horizon bleak and endarkened
By the shadow of a brewing storm.

like an old farm wagon she scratched
meticulous tracks throughout my heart

a fierce fear endarkened her beauty
when a cloud covered the moon
and myriads of scenes vaguely
protecting against penetrating entities
have preceded her

like a cheeta on the verge of dehydration
sensing the prescence of a water vein
from miles away across the plain

like that she silently understood
my shadows

She was a lost soul,
but wherever
she walked,
stars,
without a single doubt,
glowed.
Leaving a trail
of demons,
her heart endarkened
by her past,
but her hope-
her hope
guarded that last
glimming little dot
of happiness.
That was her defense.