In the deep of a weary night,

Down the forest dim of light;

Far away a shadow stand,

Seemed so lost, so steady but tense.

The Shadow shivered cold and lonely,

Sighed so hard the cloud can hear he.

“Dear God!” Said He, “Where’s your pity!”

Though within darkness, there isn’t a deity.

Then he tripped and bumped face down

And cry out so hard like he has drowned

As pain fast covered all his misery faith,

“Were I at a cliff, I would jump no hesitate!”

Bleak wind blew and harsh rain fell,

Washing his wound without a pause.

Leaves in darkness, dancing with joy,

Falling branches, whomping with pride.

Suddenly, some holy brightness came,

Float an angel, and a pair of sacred wings.

As the glow came close, the pain starts to cease,

He closed his eyes, and things returned to peace…

In the deep of a weary night,

Down the forest dim of light;

Far away a shadow lies,

Seemed so lost, so still, so dry.