Dark night of the soul Walking through Shehol's abysses Overwhelmed by fiendish demons that glisten Teeming & screaming but there's no waking No escaping them as you case the place The air is laced with scary tastes & smells Pacing in Hell seemingly eternally burning Verbally yearning for supernal sermons But all you hear & see is harpies and banshees Fear seizes your heart, freezes you on the spot Even though you're so hot you're boiling Toiling to overcome this Yet what are you to do but run quick No gun clips no weapons An empty handed warrior Senselessly stranded without a sword or a blade Yet as you awkwardly stray You bask in a ray of light Perhaps it made you righteous All of a sudden you strike them As they fall into a huddle around you & pound you to the ground till it splits open & gifts you with hope A blade forged from wisdom Shining forth like a prism An atma, the blinding sword of mystic prajna You grasp it & slash 6 demons Split them to pieces Decapitate 3 more They cease & capitulate As you free their hordes From the grasp of hatred Light shines as you strike binds that restrain them & write rhymes for the angels Hell freezes over from Siva's cobras As you breathe a sober breeze & your soul is relieved From everlasting darkness... At last you hearken