Salvation
by
Nathanael Smith

Blackness envelops the newborn soul
Pallor of death inverted to dark
Stumbling walking, forcing it's way
Everlasting ghetto, end of the line

She stands in black and strains her eyes
Looking hopefully into empty night
Somehow, she knows, she forfeited sight
But when or how has left her blank mind

Her hands chain together in the form of a prayer
Crumpling knees from the weight she can't bear
Eyes closing tight, hiding death's iron stare
Her voice flies to a scream that dies in a prayer

Eternal sunlight wakes her up from defeat
She opens her eyes and she flies to her feet
Where dungeon once were is now golden street
And she's joy to the eyes of the people she meets