Keith Fatalla
Enkindle
The bellows of the west
Flows in with dread
Bringing to a test
Who marched to its thread
But a warrior in the east
Comes in a distance
Hiding in the mist
In a shimmered glance
The armor shines dimly
Yet, it grows brighter
Durable and mighty
Impossible to sunder
The veil is unbridled
Yet, so clear
To avert the wildered
From the depths of fear
The eternal sword
Will sever the unlit
Ignite the horde
And send them adrift
The valley is shaken
And the void is filled
The sorrow befallen
And perpetually healed
Save the frail
And spark the light
So, they can prevail
And rebuild their might
Hear us, Oh savior
For we speak in vain
Your serene behavior
Makes us sane
But you move on willing
And our fervor is torn
We will be waiting
Or leave us in scorn
As the wither unfold
We gamble our fate
But we always hold
The burden of your weight
We yearn for your light
It’s nothing but a shadow
We slumber in fright
And embrace the harrow
The cries call in silence
For your inevitable return
To open our luminance
And be reborn
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