I welcomed darkness like an old friend Embraced it,felt its cold heart against my warm one. Not a word was exchanged but i understood all it wanted to tell me. It told me stories of the winds and gods and stories of lost sailors and crying maidens. It told me stories of battles lost and ships that drowned. It told me of the worst of the devils and it told me about pandoras box. While telling me all this it kept closing me in its releam. And when it was done with its story on pandoras box with me almost completely engulfed i said-hope, pandoras box still had hope. I too have hope. And as though i were an electric fence it kept its distance. And hope guided me through darkness