In The Stillness Of Night,

Once I stood there, in the stillness of night, Enshrouded with darkness; with no hope, A destitute with despair, marooned; no light, Closed my eyes, prayed for resplendent rope, Wretched I was; not empty, hope I hoard, Hopelessness -a wrath, music without chord, I never let it go, for me, my only hope- my life, When day broke, broke my fear; said -rife, Whole day took new borne leaves, chewed Foliage; they gave me strength un-stewed, Then slowly-slowly water found her way, Once all they gone their way, I got my way, Wretched must endure, one must keep the sublime Destitute and enrich. One is fall other is climb