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The shadows grab at my frayed heart
Reaching forth their cold hands
To pull me towards the coldness
Towards despair
Towards the darkness
Desperately I cling
Cling to the edge
Cling to the small gleam of hope just beyond the horizon
Beyond my reach
I look back down at the darkness, at the cold dark abyss
And felt a part of me call out to the shadows
And heard them call back
I almost let go, but I saw you in all your beautiful glory
Smiling at me from beyond the ages and beyond time
So I clung harder to the edge and to the hope still beyond the horizon
I looked at me pale, white hands and felt the sharp edges of rock cut into them
Cut into me
And I saw and felt the warm, red blood flow thickly from them
My life’s blood falling into the nothingness below
I looked above the edge one more time looking, reaching, for the strength to pull myself from this nightmare, this hell
Instead the moons pale silver light appeared above me
Ismiled and looking up at the moon’s smiling face I let go of the edge
Let go of the pain
Of the sadness
Of the hate and anger
Of the hurt
I let go
Down I fell not towards the darkness,
But towards the light
Upon a golden beam of light stood an angel
Clothed in a flowing black robe and black feathers
Of softness and Fragility
There he was waiting for me, within his dark light
The Angel of death
Of life
Of mercy
The angel of hope and love
I landed gently next to him upon the golden light,
And looked with wonderment
Upon his graceful black wings
With a small smile he stretched out a hand towards me
I took it and was immediately wrapped within his warm embrace
As he rose into the air with me in his arms, a feather of pure black fell and brushed my cheek and a true smile illuminated my face
Now at long last my torn and frayed heart could mend