In the world where power weaves its might, I fight to survive in the endless night. My soul drinks deep from madness' well, Yearning for the light beyond the spell. Pure clover dust fills my seeking heart, A glowing charm that you impart. Indigo and violet, crowns of grace, Guide my spirit to a brighter place. With every struggle, I rise anew, Empowered by the strength I drew. In the dance of shadows, I find my way, Claiming my dawn from the grasp of gray.