*I wrote this some time ago, just scribbling one night after an intense emotional release, hardly knowing what I wrote. I suppose the man might be the Savior Jesus Christ, save I have never heard of Him bedecked in black. It's one of my favorite, most pensive colors, so that might be the explanation, I suppose.
I walk along a tight rope chain
And shackles clang around my feet.
Tomorrow’s prospects seems so dim,
Hope stifled by the world’s conceit
And tarnished goals, dank, ill and weakWith base diversions as its prize
And struggling faith, so innocent
Learns sadness and such things despise.
Bedecked in black and quietude
Doth permeate with grace the air
Serenity, and does exude
To my surprise, exhausted frame,
I faint into his warm embrace
Awake, arise and speak his name.