Here it comes knockin again,
but i will not let it in
this hideous light which brings with it
the horror of things unseen

oh how i wish i could fight it,
but here it comes again
first in streams through cracks and crevices
and now like a flooded river..gushing..

that monstrous light growing larger now
infiltering every corner
chasing away the envoys of a tranquil world order

i run and run to save myself
and hide in a dim lit street
scared,breathless,wounded,bled
i fall into deep sleep

and as i wake up and step out..
glad that i am saved
i look around myself and find that only the relics remain