3 times the truth flowed
out from within.
A torrential deluge,  yet somehow
offset.
Chaos made it stray off course,
And like a crooked arrow,
my life flew quickly
off target

And from these shadows I can
see a light, but it is far.

There is no path to it from
 here, only longing.

And I watch.  And wait.
From this darkness my form
emerges.  Unseen but felt.
Unheard but known.

   And it overcomes.
Light bursts forth and darkness
dispelled once more.
Triumph.

And the crooked arrow
of three, my life, the truth,
the light, flies onward
in the night from my quickly
darkening form towards the
Eye.

I am once again tall, dark,
and lonely, but my arrow
flies, another hope, perhaps
to hit it’s mark this time
and free me from my bonds.

And I smile, dark, tall, lonely.