Will-O’-The-Wisp

Will-O’-The-Wisp

An abyss of darkness knowing only but pain

A fist of darkness throwing only but pain

What owe ye pain?

Doubt not for darkness may be the light

A light for only seen through the bright of day

A day that rise after the darkness of night

A night of cold and drear

A night you fold from fear

A night you shed a tear

You shall know no more of things

As the night pre-enquisets the day

A day of stone

A day alone

But always a day of gain

A day no pain will stop you

For darkness can only exist as light be follow

For pain only exists for gain to follow

For the dark of night be ther from the light of day

Define the undefined

Reach the unreachable
Possible the impossible

Create the limitless

For you are of no limits

 Will-O’-The-Wisp

For no man hath limit

For no man hath impossible

For no man hath unreachable

For no man hath undefined

So why hath man shed a tear of the dark at night?

Of the pain?

The drear?

So why doth man believe this to be a will-O’-The-Wisp

For the gain is in your hands