@fizzgig said in Dawnspeaker:
Enveloped in darkness, eyes blind whilst the mind dances.
Spinning wheels of dreams, ever looping whirlwind of mischances.
Hands reaching, shrouded by shadows most enthralling.
Even in seeming endless darkness, the light always calling.
Fear festers in the dark, yet the heart seeks all answers.
Heed the clarion call, cast away the void's wicked dark cancers.
Grip onto the reaching, rebirth and redemption comes.
Challenges a plenty, dark hisses and whispers as rage drums.
Light seeker wounds enduring, pride frail as morning brews.
Dreams sweet and calling of light alluring, still night blocks the views.
Damned come crawling, soon nipping at light seekers bruised heels.
Grip slipping, hardship tipping, hands reaching destroys sin appeals.
In depth of darkness, the Morning Lord's light shining through.
Dark vanquished, now reborn with dawn light seekers' hearts singing true.
Legends from journeys hardship, from their words hands reaching.
Once light seeker hands reaching, now their hands also light preaching.