Darkness creeps in all around me,
Dragging me into nightmares.
Awake or asleep,
Does it matter when you cannot see?
Silent screams tear from my throat,
Choking my voice, cutting off my air.
Batter and bruised,
Does healing ever truly come?
Weakly at first, I reach for the light,
Hope that my future may still be bright.
I feel it somewhere, like a beacon,
You are sent here to lead me, out from the depths.
Love, it finds me, hidden in the far reaches,
Drags me forcefully out of this sea.
I owe you my life, my heart and my soul,
Nut never can I repay you.
And so, I write this, hoping you see,
Just how much you matter.
Maybe one day, I can show you,
How lucky I am to know you.


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Scarlatan, in the year 594 AF.