It's coming

There’s something coming through the fog, I can see its flame glow

Nearing to rescue me, to yank me out of the knee-deep snow.

Guided by an angelic soul, steering its way amid the dark around me

It shall show me the trail, setting fire to the frosted ice beneath.

The night won’t reign for long, the daylight shall route its way past

The shadows crumple me to pieces, but endlessly it shan’t last.

My prayers shall be answered soon enough, until then I stay behind

No matter how black the sky, my spirit it not ever ought bind.

And then shall I sail through roads I struggle to climb today

I’m twirling in the storm, lingering till it arrives, muttering as I pray.

‘Coz within, I grasp the faith that his flowers shan’t be left unattended

He thoughtfully blooms each one. Each one who believes is tended.

Though it’s the pain that sears as sparks flicker from fire I’m put into

But a diamond is only a coal who burned in flames orange-blue

It’s coming to get me out, it’ll relieve me of my agony, I know.

And it’s coming through the fog, I can clearly see its flame glow.

                                                                                                                     - яhԑȃ