Wrath burns its path, to my tender heart, stinging like ice shards, as my shadows hit the mark. Corrupted, broken down, I lay crippled on the ground, in my hidden cave, where I must behave. Drops of water fall like tears, in long forgotten rhymes, surrounded by all worldly fears, I lost myself to time. A silent prayer leaves my trembling lips, to call for light and aid, to where my senses fail, while the shadows pierce and wail. There, there, amidst the empty hole, a spark, a flame, behold! Ignites the cave, the shadows lift, your words, they touch, where none could place their palms, turn wrath to tender warmth.
