Darkest darkness of bitterness harkens
Power is not enough to replace a home.
No amount of death or destructions is sufficient,
To ease a life of eternal wandering.

Living life by the thrust of a knife,
The edge of a blade or blaster bolts sprayed,
The soul longs for a place to rest,
To put the darkness to rest.

Like a mantle worn over the shoulders,
Darkness weighs upon the back,
Like stones hewn from a quarry,
Break them instead of being broken.

Darkness can be set aside,
To wait for another day,
To be lifted once again as the world intrudes,
Upon the home and hearth.