• the darkness falls,
    as shadows grow,
    slowly extinguishing the warm glow.

    a black blanket
    spread over all,
    an onyx curtain waiting to fall.

    thoughts crawl into dreams
    to plot a demise.

    then a voice
    stretches its reach to you
    its sympathy, lifts you.

    it pulls you from the dark,
    pushes it away.

    the chill returns to warmth,
    your thoughts glow.

    you walk with her
    thoughts and voice of reason.

    weak and strong.