Retreat

It was Blood that reddened the evening sky
When flashes from the Past passed me by,
And I fought on till the Final breath
Last summer at dusk I was laid to Death,

Six long months, dead I have been
No pain No passion No mirth have I seen,
Void spaces, No lights around
Yet, No chains, No shackles to hold me Bound.

How will I take it now, this Dazzling bright
I have been used to the Deep Dark night,
Far far West rises the Sun
Stripping the Moon off it's subtle fun,
And I hope I won't perish in Vain
Bless me, I am being born Again.