• Conjuring thoughts arouse before me,
    Light of manner, dark of sin,
    I see the light but farther fall,
    Into dimensional darkness with every step.
    I want it, I need it, that everlasting glow,
    Disappearing, it dies, as I cry out,
    Where has my light gone?
    I search through fields of black roses,
    Blood red is the pool it reflects in,
    Smiling up at me, it glows with an eerie shimmer,
    My fingers caress the warm rouge, ripples go forth,
    Turning black, they grow, slash through the light,
    Black light, I am pulled in by arms of past,
    Beneath the surface, painted in sin,
    Above is the white light, I hold my arm out to it,
    Shining brighter, it reaches out for me,
    Touches my fingertips, illuminating, blinding,
    Seeping red blood is replaced by a soft bed of snow,
    Pure white are the snowflakes,
    They fall, turning black roses to white,
    My sins are cleansed, there he stands,
    He holds my hand, celestial beauty,
    Lost from the Dark,
    Found in the Light.