From Darkness To Strength

From black to white, the truth is shaded as is the night
Nights lit by a moon  full yet not so full, a little right
Right at night is when one sees these things
Things that bring to mind
The scary things of kind.
From black to white, the truth in light is never  quite right.

Guessing at straws as if grasping in a cold night with no drawls.
Grasping fro air as you breath deep and feel fear finding folly
Folly leading truth towards chaos and every tree is an enemy
Enemy’s at night that seem to appear out of fright,
Fright falls fruitlessly forward in the mind
As man realizes panic gives strength to his own kind,
To survive the night through all fright,
Is to survive  winters grasp and last into summers delight,
Guessing at straws as if gasping in air, teaches man to avoid life’s snare.