Gossamer

 

Great are the enemies that call me on

What I fight for and stand for strong.

Hate and spit of love that find me

In a battle that is against all odds.

When the signs are turned all but right

And I wish myself able to truly despise

The Devil and the nemesis

That left nothing but ruins in my life.

It is when the darkest hours

Come to find you all alone

That the glow of wisdom’s wings

Grow strong in love in all it teaches

For you to know

Then sets you back upon your feet.