Saving Grace
Darkness stalks the day
All color seems to fade away
Night falls, the moon bleached white
It falsely guides, a beacon light
The fog dances, confusing and misleading
The elms scream, begging and pleading
Their cries go ignored by the deaf night
Fear prowls, consuming the last speck of light
Inevitably the darkness won
I fall to my knees praying this undone
And open my eyes to the world, bright
At once understanding this pointless fight
Which everyone must undertake to fend off strife
And to purge evil from all life
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