Assail the darkness
on wings of light
on this abysmal
and dreary night
Chase the morning sun
with soul sweet and pure
defeat nocturnal fear
the battle is unsure
Unto the light, notes of hope
on shining gossamer wings
raise the song of the day
and the hope it brings
Stoic Poetry
Finding beauty in the darkness. Hope that is
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