What cocoons within ourselves we weave Webbed with memories one scarce would believe The key to that door we grip so tight Shut to the world, bereft of light Battles long fought in the depths of our mind Deep in slumber, entombed and enshrined Secret and stout is this time hardened door Within lies cold Erebus, our aching core Yet buried in that deep, dark core Hope stirs, unvanquished by winds that blow A flickering flame in the ebony of night Shining undimmed, darkness triumphed by light