On a day without sun,
Night’s pall moon did forsake.
No forest sprite nor soul to see,
Alone, forlorn courage doth quake.
Assailed by visions, old pain oft lingers,
Tears of shame, burden without merit.
Journey’s toll, an ember rebelling,
Cautious pace, renewing the spirit.
With vibrant heart, to brave steep path,
Arise a Phoenix, in beauty abound.
The battle yours, your foes but shades,
Remove foul mask, let a smile resound.
Curse not the world that was before,
Don hushed sweet smile, as you pass out hell’s door.