Young Writers Society

I originally wrote these seperately, but they went so well together, they became my "Twins."

Despair
Alone and alone and alone evermore,
Isolated, outcast, on my own in the dark,
Wand ‘ring far, searching near,
'Mongst shadowed valleys of fear
See the star, sky afar,
See the moon, be my boon,
Guide me on while I wander,
Hold me near while I ponder,
Keep me safe, keep me fonder
By far than this world
Whose cold freezing cages
Have imprisoned stone dreams
Let your chill warmth
Warm my hard, brittle bones,
Whose marrow’s turned iron,
Who wail in slow moans.
What charm could entice me
What promise ensnare me
What dream could convince me
To sell my cold soul
To a freezing ice world
For a pittance of coal
Where is the warmth of the sun on my face?
Where is the breeze of the wind I once chased?
Why can’t I see all that once made up me?
Why must I hide all the pain now inside?
Is relief to be found in death now alone,
Is life but the echoing of countless moans.

Rescue
I cannot believe all the lies that they say,
I cannot accept they alone are the way.
I know in my heart that my God, Christ still lives,
I know in my heart that strength he will give.
Darkest hour draws near and yet still he is here,
Satan’s vengeance grows nigh, he stays still by my side.
When I feel the cold fingers of night’s darkest kiss,
When I know in my heart that my doom will be this,
When I have deserved evr’y lash to my mind,
When I have deserted the one who was kind,
Yet still he stands by me, refusing to flee,
Yet still he protects me, his wings cov’ring me,
With the eyes he has given I see him make war
With the one who had tempted me so often before,
How can he fight for the one who despised him?
Haw can he bleed for the one who has left him?
How can he trust in the one who betrayed him?
I see the marks on his back, see the scars,
I see the wounds in his hands that I carved.
And now he’s a barrier twixt Satan and I,
Now he won’t let the Temper draw near,
Now he fends off the Lord of the Lie,
Now he faces the source of my fear.
With one word he dismisses the Prince of the Air,
He condemns him once more to the Pit of Despair,
And once more draws me close and binds all of my hurts,
And I sleep and I dream in his arms while he works,
He lays me once more in the House of Yahweh
Where the Lion stands watch, and the Lamb guards the way.

note: if you like the first better, that's okay, I understand.