From Burning Sentiments

This will not end tonight.
I have bared witness to tragedy in many and my refusal to 
accept this will end all suffering.
The blackened horizon beclouded by the presence of Gothic 
architecture.
The eyes of this decaying waste shall see that there is 
hope.
There will always be hope And in my refusal to drown 
beneath the currents,
I with calloused hands have reached into the abyss and 
drawn forth from the night's breast the light of another 
once faded.
I am no hero.
I seek no restitution for the charity of my will.
My coruscated pasts shall never be distress my beating 
heart.
I refuse to let the voracious tides of depravity consume 
this life.
And with the grace of my comforting hand, I have removed 
the grey blanketing mist that had rested upon her eyes in 
seek of eternity.
What once was dead now breathes again, eyes open to the 
world around.