I DREAMT OF DEATH; AGAIN

I slept, and in my dream, I saw a dark and eerie place where no light shined, A place shadows lurked and whispered low, And every step I took was met with woe. But then I saw a glimmer in the dark, A faint and distant spark, seemed like light, And as I moved closer, it grew brighter, A glimmer of hope in the deathly night. And then I knew I'd make it through, That I would wield the light and start anew, For even in the darkest depths of hell, There's always a way to break the spell.