Darkness Falls

Pray I did when
My mortal soul,
Did find its roots divine.
A chasm of chaos,
Amidst control,
Would be this heart of mine.

The hand that fed
The infant child,
Lies broken by its whim.
Forsaking all that
Would be vile,
To embrace a holy sin.

By virtue I must
Die one day;
By purpose I forsake all.
But I will find,
That light some day,
When it appears that darkness falls.

By,
Nikhil Menon