Light has shadows circled around it, looming with fate forged by love and hate. It's an unfair balance, but who can ever blame the unjust scales? Where hope is dim, courage often pales. Yet deep within a concealed darkened heart, resilience stirs. Not intimidated by the heart of the bearer, the soul shields a spark from harsh trails.
New strength derives but cycles do turn. As shadows call, patiently waiting for a lonely vessel near the phone. Awaiting a spectre of dark futures to fall. Though weary hearts may strain, the will to rise shall still remain.