Daunting is the dark,
As is the heart of an unconscious skylark.
Darkness is a cloud of plight,
Increasing despair, decreasing light.
Death by poison, death by hunger,
Lost hearts and souls in blackness plunder.
Suddenly, hope pierces despair,
Kind stops cruel, good beats evil, none unfair.
And then the darkness coughs and splutters.
Like morning light seeping through the open shutters.
A friendly touch is all you need.