Sleep
                                        Sword Weaverr [HAVOK]

From the slumber I awoke - to find
Blackness all around enveloping all.
So dark I thought - God had strucken
Dear Apollo down.

There despondent I sat - awakened from my slumber.
Waves of emotion flooded the thing I called my soul.
It - was writhing in pain and sorrow 
Seeking solace in the dark.

Then, slowly, I raised my head and looked,
For I felt a soothing precense approach
Bringing hope into the darkness.
Wind rustling nearby signaling the change.

A glow appeared - seeming to me as bright 
As the afternoon sun on a summer day.
As I continued to stare in wonder 
The point in space, exuding that light
Began to dim.

I opened my mouth in protest and shut it once more
As the world of darkness I had come to known
Shattered from my silent outcry in the dark.
A slight drizzle at first - then a monsoon of light
Pouring down from the heavens above

At first I basked in its warmth and loving care
But then as more and more light came
It began burn like fire, blistering my soul.
I cringed away and wished I had never spoken
That fateful outcry of longing.

I picked up the pieces of my shattered reality
And tried to ressurect the darkness from the shards.
I fervently prayed and prayed still in agony
'Til the prayers were answered.

The answer was simple,
Peace had come and
I slept once again.