That fateful night involved the sky,
My darkest hour under a crescent moon,
When words were muttered to me as I,
Yearned for light that was proised soon.

Through perilous thunder and piercing showers,
The allure of darkness seemed too strong,
Turned seconds to minutes, and minutes to hours,
That lonesome night would prove too long.

“You’re stronger than your fears”, father said.
In his death, these words live in my head.