The skies are dark,
Gone is the light,
We are weighed down
Into the night,
But the sky above,
It holds the sun,
Though it seem
The sky holds none.
But beyond the clouds
And heavy rain,
The sun does wait
To shine again.
Hope shines dimly,
But it is there,
With help from the others
And with their care--
We'll climb the steep staircase
Up through the dark shrouds,
And never turn back,
Just stay high, above clouds.


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Ultio, in the year 533 AD.