The time has come to leave this place
Truth has defeated the dark one again
His true nature is revealed
His words become nothing
The laugh of a hyena
The mindless cackle of a toothless beggar.
But fear remains,
A subtle companion.
Bury me, Lord, as you yourself were buried.
For three days let him think me gone
Until freedom becomes a habit
And terror only a dark memory;
Then shall I stand in sunlight,
The only shadow the shade of your wings.
For he remains
Lurking, brooding.
He conspires in his darkness, his sunless cavern
Trying even now to lay a trap
Which would shutter in shadow all that is good.
Scheming, twisting;
This time he has failed.
This time
