Lost and found

Darkness.
A stifling silence
Envelops the night.
It deafens.



A lone star
Shining through the clouds
Hope beckons.



But the night has but begun
And fear,
Fear crawls stealthily,
Moving its wily feet swiftly.
Silhouetted against the cinder black:
Grasping me.
Tearing me from within.



Then
A voice beckons,
Golden.
It streams through the darkness-
Embracing it,
Destroying it;
And then, in an unmistakable murmur,
It says,


'This blog is not dead.'






Mwahahaha.