Once a snowy dream by Shadow sharp and keen
Whispered ancient blight to a boy of painted sight
His Innocent eyes, unwillingly glean
The sound of darkness the nightmare streams.
A Dreary morrow. A shaded sorrow.
The boy gives his brush to barrow.
Where Shadow there’s Light, a valiant knight!
Not sent to plea or plunder.
The grace of God his armor, his steed the sun and thunder.
By purpose hollowed, gallant in soul
The right seat of God anoints in full.
A Crusade thus created,
For God’s child is needed.
Through the valley he charges, fire in eye!
Word he draws, tongue peacefully spry
No tower to dark nor void to steep
Sir Light brightens onward, with vows to keep.
Darkness takes leave & Shadow can’t see
Defeat in tide their sorrow
For glory of grace, Light warms her face
Passing his paint of hollow.
Mother opens the color. Boy searches above.
Finding Gods brush of love.
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