In a vault
no way out.
Screams,
echoing madly.

A Light,
at the far end.
It frightens,
and draws me.

A Darkness,
holding me back.
I struggle,
but cannot move.

The Light,
it beckons me.
To draw nearer,
but I am held tight.

I scream,
not a cry of despair.
But a cry for help.
The Light draws nearer.

The Darkness,
tightens it’s hold.
The Light,
seeks to pull me away.

In the midst,
of a colossal battle,