RedRavenPoems

In the darkness all things turn black

Once in this realm they seldom turn back.

The light fades away, a shimmering gloom

One filled with baleful doom.

Stretch out ones hand

For the little light that remains.

Cry out in anguish

Tis always the same.

From beyond the shadows no help shall come

No hero shall stand by your side

Many would rather watch you fall, perhaps die.

In the end claw up from the pits

Only under the power of ones own strength