• What’s been done can do much wrong
    Sacred is my Holy tome
    Darkness stirs
    I rebel
    Evil strikes
    Grace from hell
    Never thought
    Never said
    What’s been done?
    Can’t be undid.

    Hearts will change
    Minds will bend
    Things might leave
    Some might stay
    Grace of God
    Time will mend.

    Horrible darkness in my dreams
    A high ladder
    Climb for life
    Receive the grail
    In disguise
    Never once bowed my head
    And asked for help
    From Heaven’s kin.
    Lost within
    Dead without,
    Needed hope
    Dreaded stealth.

    All was lost.
    But nothing can’t be truly there.

    Fiery it comes
    Swift and fatal
    With tongues of flame
    An eerie lament
    Doubt I began to feel
    Believing God had left me here
    Betrayal beyond fear.

    Visions of torture
    Mixed with blood and tear
    Halo of thorns
    His sacrifice forgotten
    I still feel
    The beast’s leer

    A holy relic
    Tarnished and tainted
    By Lucifer’s curse
    Lost of its hope
    Less better, more worse
    I reach for it blindly
    The wind transforms
    What was once so pure
    Now holds mere horrors

    All is lost.
    The Relic is sand.

    Down the ladder, I return
    Tears of despair
    I feel torn
    Lost was our only hope
    One last chance
    And now I know the truth

    Like a light
    In our darkest hour
    I redeem myself
    Turn my back on evils past
    I move forward
    And I trust in his power.

    All seemed lost.
    But never is something lost that can be found.