The triumph

Gaze upon the horizon and see 

the blackened chard ruins of long lost dreams.

as inward realities of fears untold,

Chills the blood while running through veins so cold.

Eternal thievery committed

to the the hands of destruction we were given.

Does anyone truly understand,

When darkness so blind gripped the land?

and it’s double edged sword, was held aloft

in victorious triumph over those who were lost.

Then a hand gleaming with nail riddled bloodstains,

reached to break the powers of the night,

Death’s grip was melted away,

and the captive received eternal sight.