What’s born in darkness sometimes finds the light

Bathe me in the glimmering dark
A breath
Away
From death

Sing me your praises of fallen nights
A drink
Away
From drowning

Kiss me your kindness
A dance
Away
From waking

These dreams I’ve lost to living
These words rasp out a life
Trouble chase but I’m not running
I’ll wield the blade of strife

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