WITHIN THE ABYSS

From d depths of the very deep,down within the belly of all mysterious yet truly supreme, devoid of dawn but surely embraced by gentle darkness ,in this very void my strength i did fine,as nothing in the expanse of life did brace with glee,and with shaky feet i rise to gain this perfection, which no spirit nor  sheer being did verily Lay,for indeed this shaky knees this weary do bear,and amidst this darkness. That hover ,l march,even s d ground tears in horror,l march! even as d skyline edges over the unsteady horizons as i clean d dirt from my eyes with withered palms......indeed i march,for though destiny has nothing in merry hopes for my humble breath, i take on the world,with nothing in my fortress,but only with a soul that cannot die.