• Dark Life
    By N.A. Triantaffelow

    There is no dream so deep,
    No comfort so, to sleep,
    No solace taken, to keep—
    No escape from this darkness world.

    But one must try,
    So there’s not room to cry,
    For hope shall never die—
    Shall only move in darkness curled.

    And though hearts turn black,
    We shall all look back,
    From Mercy; life in lack—
    And we shall take the darkness… hurled.