Where does one turn to when the shroud of night falls
When the trials of life threaten to overwhelm your sanity
And not even those closest to you realize the impending darkness?
There is courage against the unknown.
The will to stand and face whatever stalks night,
Knowing that your best efforts may not be enough,
But still ready to face your fate nonetheless.
There is fear for some. The darkness brings with it terror.
Of the unknown, the unseen, or perhaps simply it's
Primal instinct to loath what you do not understand.
To flee from possible danger seems the wisest choice.
There is uncertainty for others. Doubt of what may lie there,
Waiting in the darkness, or it may be doubt of one's own abilities.
To stand and fight or to run for cover? These are the choices,
And no matter which path one takes, life is altered forever.
Then finally there is indifference. The point when your heart feels nothing.
When it is stripped of all emotion, the end result doesn't matter.
Victory and defeat are words with no meaning to them.
No matter the outcome, you just want to remember how to feel again.
