The heavy fog creates a gloomy maze;
Alas her face or maybe just her smile,
Cuts through the devil's work the evil haze;
Her radiance is seen from yet a mile.
I ask if she alone could change the phase
From total dark into a blinding light;
Her beauty aides my cause and starts to daze
My mind; Can mere aesthetics heal my plight?
She stands straight up and walks to where
I wait. I hope she steals me from the pain;
No longer can I give myself to bear
The terrors of the dark that slowly drain
Away my conscience thought. She glides to me;
Before her face the dark begins to flee.
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