As the sun sinks beneath the reach of the eye,
Darkness consumes all light of day,
Freeing inner demons, running about so spry,
Their courses weaving a web where you lay,

The silence lingers yet somehow grows louder,
With thoughts belting echoes throughout your hollow,
Your will begins to succumb to their power,
Each ricochet becoming easier to follow,

You trek on as with shackles though ankles are bare,
Visible to none except to a hidden pain,
You search for a voice toned with care,
A soul that’s mothered to return one to sane,

It’s known that deep darkness precedes the dawn,
As does the winter months showing the birth of light,
In accordance with spring, a seasons of fawns,
Yet you still remain trapped in the depth of night,

Though the sky and earth enjoy their sleep,
You have no luxury of being at peace,
Rather you teeter atop a mountain so steep,
Waiting for a melody to cause unrest to cease,

And from upon the peak you see the end,
As light creeps in like an outstretched hand,
With it the tune with the strength to mend,
You continue to wait, for the songbird to land,

And with each circle as it spirals down,
A web is shed, freeing your mind,
Nearing closer, bringing forth a lush sound,
Reclaiming your thoughts, with reality forming a bind,

So when trapped in the night, with hope deferred,
Search for the light, wait for your songbird.

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