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In the winds

of the dark

blowing madly

across the highlands of the soul

where herds of emptiness

gallop across the plain

reveling in the isolation

even though there is still a promise of salvation

granted, it may be whispering

while a tribe of devils is singing

beating cymbals

and dancing in the corners of the mind

in the silence crackles a secret power

of hope rising

within

in the quiet of surrender

a strength is growing

enough to resist the caving in

even though the world is collapsing