I feel it coming in the wind—
the blackness heavy as a thousand stones.
It smothers me like death again,
the darkness seeping down beneath my skin
and weighing down on all my bones
to take me out as if it were the end.
How do I walk when I am blind?
It hurts to move without the sense of light.
And yet the shadow-winds are bold
to think that they can lock me in their hold
to fade into eternal night
for Light still conquers darkness every time.