Hallow darkness
Come fulfill my dry madness
Quench the fire inside
A part of me has died
Heal my inane wound
Ease this pain so profound
My queen hear my call
Come take me before I fall
Upon this deadly rising thorn
Yearning to make me mourn
I’m tired of weeping
Every time I see the dawn creeping
Give me a hand
So I could stand
Set me free
Before you forsake me
Before you flee
When you come to the end of all the light you know, and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this poem, just amazing, hoping that the one you love won't let you fall, won't leave you. i loved it ~Hazel G.E