Beneath the Night’s Cold

Beneath the Night’s Cold

Beneath the night’s cold, spectral shroud,Your spirit shines, defiant, proud.In shadows where the demons brood,Your light cuts through the morbid gloom.Each whisper of the darkened crowdIs met with fire from your womb.The ghosts that wail and fiends that snarlFind your resolve a bitter pill.For as they curse and coil and crawl,Your fire’s heat is stronger still.The midnight air’s oppressive chillSlinks back before your fierce display.For all the curses, all the frills,You blaze where darkness holds its sway.When wraiths and specters claim their space,Your shining will won’t bend or break.Their icy breath cannot eraseThe warmth your spirit dares to make.With every challenge, every scream,Your flame ignites the endless dark.Defiance is your chosen theme,Your pride, a wild and roaring spark.So let the shadows twist and shout,Your strength will light the sable dome.In every silent, brooding doubt,Your spirit finds its fierce, proud home.