In Dark of Knight

From out of the Darkness

Shall come a Black Knight,

Devouring hope,

Banishing light.

He devours your dreams,

Grows strong on your fears.

His food is your sadness,

His lifeblood, your tears.

How strong have I made him,

I, and I alone?

For he is nearly the strongest

That I have ever known.

He has consumed my soul,

He has smothered my fire.

Turned virtue to vice

Honest to liar.

He has consumed my soul

And left emptiness there.

Where I once showed compassion,

I am now unable to care.

Strong as he is,

There is one stronger,

And His strength shall last

For me, all the longer.

What can shatter his being?

Something there must be.

Nails carved it out:

Blood from on Calvary.

Patrick W. Crocker ©