Do times get Darkest before you see the light?
If so then why have I been stuck
In the shadow of the moon
With only a shimmer to guide the way?
It breathes a scary sense of hope
That my day will come
But no more than a spark has shone.
And it shatters my dreams of peace and balance
For a story of neverending twists, turns, deadends, and Wrongways.
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