August 9, 2004

The Dark

it is there

I can feel it

it clutches at me an incessant beast

merciless

striving all the more when weak

all more subtle when strong

it is no stranger to despair

but its source

seeking to devour

from within

there is no source for my disgrace

but I

who have within

my first father's sin

there is no source for my salvation

but He

in Whom alone

lies all my hope