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Of darkness and light

Cand poate totul pare a fii prea mult..
Emm... Well.. When everything just seems to be too much.
 

I heard stories

“You struggle, you struggle, and you fall again!
Why bothering? Why try in vain?
You see.. You cannot do it by yourself,
You`re an antique, and you`ll be on my shelf!
I tried to tell you, all this time..
No matter what you`ll do, you`ll still be mine!”

He kept on going, trying to deceive,
Trying to steal me, for he`s peeved..

…
I cannot do it.. Not anymore..
I am so sad.. So tired of this war..
But do not let me, I now beg,
Please God, have mercy, cleanse my head!

…
As storm ravages the sea,
The ship`s in harm`s way.. A terrifying place to be!
It cannot stay, nor could turn back
It has to face that awful wrack..

So, only hope is left,  that maybe, someday..
I will see the sun again, so.. Pray..

The pounding wind - swallowing  water..
The shout of thunder foretelling slaughter
The lighting, tearing down the ship..
As hail falls just like a whip..
There`s no escape.. We`re in.. To deep..

...
I heard stories someone`s told,
That no one, ever, survives the cold..
And laments, how men were sliced,
By the unforgiving, everlasting ice..

I heard women cry for years,
Filling all of us with tears
All their life, just filled with bane..
As their men left.. And left remain..

And read books, that often bawl,
To see the darkest burden of them all
To see you closest, leaving you behind
To fight against you, to join the other side..

Pain is, it was, and will forever be..
You cannot fight against something you cannot see.

…
The tempest was intensifying..
Even the heavens, crying..
As stars have fallen, more to come..
Bringing the fire, to wipe the scum..

And I can hear, the tears in my eyes..
All that was left, is now demised..
And I can feel, the approaching end,
With mountains falling in my wend..

And if all that, wasn`t enough,
The land itself shedding its slough
My ship, is falling.. as everything around,
Heading towards the melting ground..

…
I heard stories, of the end
And of men and laws they`ve bent..
I heard songs of love and joy
Of small children playing with their toys..

I heard women cry in tears,
As their men returned in cheers..
And in one passing, but eternal moment
See the end of their own torment..

And, read books, that often say
How light can shine even on prey..
Of enemies, becoming friends that you can trust
Of friendships, bonds and ties, with all of us..

Love is, was, and forever be,
The one who`ll put an end to all of misery!
As for my ship.. I now, can see
The light that shines on you and me
The exit from this awful storm
The end of pain, of being torn
Between the whispers in my head,
And my own way I have ahead.

...
And I can hear, tears in my eyes..
All that was dead, is now revived,
And I can feel the approaching start,
 With angels leading on my path..

And if all that, wasn`t enough,
The heavens sing for we have passed
The torment, sorrow and illusion,
And made our way to the conclusion
That faith, and hope, no matter what
Will always be the key of glut
So, praying, will forever be,
Escape from chains of all uncertainty.

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