Thick, mist-forged shackles held us in the cave,
imprisoned for the crime of losing all.
We saw nothing but shadows on the wall—
they gamboled and they taunted us. We gave
in to the dark. A crushing fear replaced
our hope for liberation with despair.
Our cries withered to whimpers on thin air
out in the empty sky, over the waste.
And it was in that moment that a light,
bright as the sun at noon appeared. The boom
of an angelic voice told us to rise,
to follow cloud by day and fire by night.
The angel left us in familiar gloom,
the afterglow of heaven in our eyes.
