In the darkness I call my tribe

So that I,

may see the light

In grief, I am surrounded

by sadness deeply founded,

On the angst of permanent refrain

I cry out, again and again.

I hail the light that comes flowing

from my Tribe’s great knowing

that I too, will survive the darkness

For the first time in four years I have actual hope.

Apprehensive of fleshy grief

deeply violated by betrayal

Lamenting survival epitaphs

Fearing sacrificed ideals

Veiled are the spirits that roam around free

Harsh is the grief of possibilities

Gentle of hand and calming of heart

Shocking release through death now apart

Shadows of memories deeply resound

Waves of infinity dearly are bound

Braided through the strands of fate

Unfurled the entrance of Heaven’s gate