RetakeThisWorld

In darkness, there is Always a small light To illuminate the Truth, The bitterly euphoric Lies, And the things that Lie between the Right and the Wrong. A man of gray Emerges from the fog, Looking at the tides As they come in, Bringing messages from Another continent. He remembers well his crime. Cursing his mother, The man wraps himself In a long black cloak And continues his search For the evading muse. In darkness, there is Always a small light. But at times, it may only Shine upon more dark.