\n From the darkness of the shadows
\n Where the demons lurk in waiting
\n Lies an abyss of nothingness
\n That traps Hope behind steel grating.

\n Hope had become an exhibit
\n In a zoo of lost dreams. They cried
\n With fur soaked in the blood of Faith
\n Who had been hunted down untried.

\n What felt of an eternity
\n Had doubt filled my lungs to the brim.
\n To the brim with a burning air
\n That fed my soul with thoughts so grim.

\n Thoughts so grim one would never see
\n The light that shines from the sun bright.
\n The eyes lose sight of anything
\n That could radiate colors. Light

\n T'was a memory; nothing more.
\n As shadows danced with the light
\n Forming figures that one could read.
\n Then those shadows formed a sight

\n That bore the name iRenia.
\n Who knew that the shadows could make
\n Such a lovely contrast with light
\n To form an image for my sake.

\n Her shadow is what forms a light
\n That had brightened my soul once more.
She freed my hope with her image.
\n And so I love her evermore.