Cry cold is the night.
I pray for the dawn,
To shatter this icy tomb.
Hear me heavens above.
Burn this sickly fog,
that shrouds my dark soul.
Bring forth the full brunt,
of morns luminous.
And fill me full of life.
Show me opportune,
ways to partake in
all you, have to offer.
Scorch forever these
memories brought forth
by times of darkness.
Forever banish the
thoughts of decay and
despair to your pyre.
Set forth your new plan
full of fervour, hope
and boundless resurgence.
Kendall Oliphant 2008
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