Dark -

Cold blackness, a night that’s felt

Aloneness, like Leviathan’s fate

Hope has died, now faith removed

Opress’d at the spell of ebony weight

A clock ticks, each second pounds

Calm belies the gathering storm

Haunting memories take on flesh

An apparition now a darkened form

The talon’d grip holds fast and firm

Has grace forgot that ancient pledge?

Can one be lost, cast far away?

Is mercy left for foulest dredge?

Lazarus' stench, alive but dead

Eyes drawn tight from Eden's stain

One word uttered, death has stuttered

Can these graveclothes dance again?

Declare your word, a whisper’d voice

A lightning flash from mercy’s arc

A Cross suspended, a world upended

Begone! that devil of the dark

Darkness mine, now His became

Exchanged brightness for deepest night

Imputation and transformation

Death became the brightest light

-Dan Morse, Dark, 2009