Far away in the black realm,
A boon and a curse sat alone,
Chance of reaching either were slim,
A sinless life made to atone.
Far away in the black realm,
Swam a thought to shed some light,
To carve throne from the elm,
Begotten either with peace or fight.
Far away in the black realm,
Stood a figure, tall and strong,
Called itself faith, the balm,
Amidst poisonous arrows of doubt that pronged.
Far away in the black realm,
When all seemed bleak and dready,
Grit took the bait and helmed,
She did leapfrog, already.
Far away in the black realm,
When she saw a faint sparkle,
She greet in joy to say ahoy and shalom,
That’s how the cookie crackled.
Sliding away to the purple realm,
She took delight amidst her fright,
Like an epiphany it on her it deemed,
Within the darkness she could see the bright.
