Shifting darkness plays the keys yonder,
Drenching souls with the thirst for harmony
Of a forgotten sunshine locked in the dungeons
Under layers of misery lovingly built
By the degrading sands of solitary time,
And a resilience refusing to stand unbending.
An immortal odyssey was the wait,
Brimming with life in full glory.
The frozen seeds of happiness quiver slow,
Observing patiently their turn ripen,
As the first leaves freshen up straight
To a new life outside the sombre caves.
Melting snows mark our clear dawn
And the mind, the temple of my soul,
Finds a breath true to its nature pristine.
The break of spring is not far off,
Dear comrades,
Our spirits have begun to bloom,
Wielding swords to slay our nights
That stole our sleep and made us martyrs.