The Fading of a Spell

A friend of mine once used to say
You gotta walk your accurst way

And when the dark enwrapped us all
There was no hope, compelled to fall
There in the inner upset mind
There in the sinner’s poignant bind

There was a sound in deep silence
There was a force that could break diamonds
There was nothingness in the vast
One that counted less, one that never passed

There is a light, there is a spell
There is a mystery, if you could ever tell
There is a morning that never comes
There is a day of a thousand suns

There will be truth in blazing swords
They will judge those vicious lords
There will be day once after all
To those, who aren’t afraid to call