Shiver Light

There is oft' a shadow that is not seen

That spreads through all there has ever been.

It spreads and seeks for softer hearts,

And from there unfailing starts 

To turn them to stone, to stone and ice.

Far from any hidden vice

It's surely there. Though it hides from sight

It brings to all the most crawling fright.

So listen well, O' meek and low of heart.

In order to fend this Shadow's darts,

Don upon your soul each day

Your Father's armor, that ye may slay

That fallen serpent and his demon's fane.

Then as deed is done thy heart aflame,

Your life shall soon be blessed anew

And your joys numbered as the morning dew.