It’s Always Darkest Before Dawn

Psychological layers of thought

Run through obsidian nights

As colloquial phrases

Of inconsistent truths

Unknowingly sow disaster

Only to reap chaos

While death’s flower blooms

Sweating unmitigated hatred

Yet from the smothering

Dark clouds of dismay

The sun bursts forth

Refusing to relinquish

The light of goodness

Consuming malignancy

Preparing the way

For the resurrection

Of pure light