An entry from my journal, a poem titled “The Fight Against the Abyss”

The river’s course, alas, no longer flows,
Its barren bed the earth’s deep fissures show.
The sun, once radiant, sinks to darker skies,
Its warmth now fled, as frigid shadows rise.

An empty chasm swallows all that’s fair,
No force to battle, no foe lurking there.
For evil’s face is but a mask of shade,
The light withdrawn, the good itself betrayed.

No monstrous specter stalks the midnight glen,
No claw, no fang, no malice wrought by men.
’Tis but the void where virtue once held reign,
The hollow echo of what might remain.

Yet still we yearn, and still in vain we cry,
Not how to strike, but bid the good reply