When hope seems noir
when fear eclipses light
when sun is cleaved
when wolf howls at his moon
when days collide with unwoken dreams
inside falters the flickering flame
losing its way and blocking the vein
When all living seems sterile
when nothing holds meaning
when sweet cake tastes sour
when sweet wine tastes bitter;
no longer to bask in the sun
not caring if one cannot run.
Fight the devil's forks
piercing the flesh
fighting his laughter
that curses your soul;
Pouring water over his fire
tasting the coolness
of your desire.
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