Untitled(my second sonnet)

I stood within the shadow
Of a foul horrid demon.
All I smelt was putrid black
And all I saw did deafen.

The villain absorbed all light
Like he had lost his marrow.
Merciless pitch black pressure
Made my soul small and narrow

I quivered inside the cold, but,
With my eyes upon the beast,
I found a veiny crack of Light
Hidden in the shadows crease.

I thrusted my will upon the fault
And light flowed forth from the vault.

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