Valley Of Defeat - Poem by chantelle ribeiro
Your aura black
The darkest night cannot compare
Your eyes a mess
Their beauty dulled by your despair
Fear consumes you
Eating you alive
Your spirit damaged beyond repair
by countless lies
I hear you sigh for the hundredth time
Let Me help you
find your way!
Be your Light...
But still you ignore Him
you step back into the shadows
Somewhere a bell tolls
Thunder growls ominously
As you pass through the gates of no return
As lightening lights up your dark world
For a second I catch one last glimpse:
A lonesome figure
Heading for the edge of hopelessness
For the Valley of defeat...
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