Lucas Durand
“Steep your steps ever in Light
And shun the umbral grasp of Night.”
These words often our mothers say
To children, lest they disobey.
For Light holds the Darkness at bay
And proudly heralds coming Day.
Where It reigns, the Void holds no sway.
Steep your steps ever in Light.
As such, when I must walk alone
I stride within the Sunshine shone
By lamps aflame o’er cobblestone.
Though their glow gutters with gusts blown,
They guard against Dark’s threats unknown
And shun the umbral grasp of Night.
And yet the darkened places call.
Though Night has naught, it offers all.
While I am not the shadows’ thrall,
Within my soul I feel it crawl:
The thirst to yield and Lightless fall.
Steep your steps ever in Light.
“Perhaps in twilight, you would rise.”
So the Night says, and so it lies.
For dusk no true compromise
And, once conquered by Nighttime, dies.
Heed not its whimpered, whispered cries
And shun the umbral grasp of Night.
When Dawn awakens, brilliant, bright,
And burns away our ev’ry plight
Firm faith shall turn to sunlit sight.
Until that Day sets all aright,
Resist the Dark with all your might.
Steep your steps ever in Light
And shun the umbral grasp of Night.