Here again, I'm imprisoned
In this cell of misery's making,
Where icy tendrils of fear grasp at
My fitful mind; probing into the deep
Recesses of my corporeal being.
Searching for that last refuge within;
The final bastion against evil's
Relentless, cold onslaughts.
But this bastion will not be breached;
It is immortal and ethereal
And exists apart.
It vaporises the cold darkness
With one brush of its luminous cloak.
My soul --
Cannot be corrupted by Lucifer's
Minions from the nether regions;
