Bells, Blade

We all fall. Tumble,
tumble,
Down into the pits.
Left to thrash in
our minds,
caught in the darkness that
boils there,
our descent breaking
the thin film over it.
We all succumb
to the demons dancing in our heads,
listen to their bells
and let them lull us to mania.
All of us have tasted the bittersweet
water of the devil's well,
and come back for more.
But once,
when we take up the blade of champions,
the wind of change blows valiant.
We fight,
slay those demons and their bells,
force the darkness down,
fill it with sand.
Triumph.
Sing herald,
to the light,
and let know that these dark days
are over.