The Infinite Candle

Some days I cry, and wipe my eyes with a silken cloth  
Other days are spent grinding my teeth on a porous stone  
My mouth begins to bleed, then foam and froth  
As I remember it's dark and cold, and I am all alone  
 
Oh yes, so very much alone  
 
In the void I can hear Calliope's song  
Sweet words draw me near the edge of death  
Impartial to what is right, and what is wrong  
I chase it, running rampant with wild breath  
 
Until at last the path becomes clear  
The face of Phobos recedes, as I grasp my paper and pen  
The voice of clarity is all I hear  
Words and rhyme embrace me, no longer do I live in an empty den  
 
So you see my friends, I have been saved  
 
Though roads may darken, and seem unknown  
Let your words guide you, a light be shown  
To make straight the crooked path  
And bring forth courage, to subdue your wrath