Black Cavern Chest

And with that flurry,

That she called hope,

Stirring up a primal faith,

To leap over black depths,

She lifted herself up.

And pushing on some formidable base,

Said,

“Oh, today was thought to be the end,

But here we begin eternity.”

And on she goes,

A step, a fall,

A heave, 

a breath,

All right in her black cavern chest.