• The shadows grab at my frayed heart
    Reaching forth their cold hands
    to pull me towards the coldness
    Towards despair
    Towards the darkness
    Desperately I cling
    Cling to the edge
    Cling to the small gleam of hope just beyond the horizon
    Beyond my reach
    I look back down at the darkness, at the cold dark abyss
    And felt a part of me call out to the shadows
    And heard them call back
    I almost let go, but I saw you in all your beautiful glory
    Smiling at me from beyond the ages and beyond time
    So I clung harder to the edge and to the hope still beyond the horizon
    I looked at me pale, white hands and felt the sharp edges of rock cut into them
    Cut into me
    And I saw and felt the warm, red blood flow thickly from them
    My life’s blood falling into the nothingness below
    I looked above the edge one more time looking, reaching, for the strength to pull myself from this nightmare, this hell
    Instead the moons pale silver light appeared above me
    Ismiled and looking up at the moon’s smiling face I let go of the edge
    Let go of the pain
    Of the sadness
    Of the hate and anger
    Of the hurt
    I let go
    Down I fell not towards the darkness,
    But towards the light
    Upon a golden beam of light stood an angel
    Clothed in a flowing black robe and black feathers
    Of softness and Fragility
    There he was waiting for me, within his dark light
    The Angel of death
    Of life
    Of mercy
    The angel of hope and love
    I landed gently next to him upon the golden light,
    And looked with wonderment
    Upon his graceful black wings
    With a small smile he stretched out a hand towards me
    I took it and was immediately wrapped within his warm embrace
    As he rose into the air with me in his arms, a feather of pure black fell and brushed my cheek and a true smile illuminated my face
    Now at long last my torn and frayed heart could mend