“Before the Dawn In the darkest night the sun may seem like an extinguished match or an ember drowned by rain. A light forever lost. The cold world grows steadily colder and shrinks like the abused, closing in on all sides. Laughter, smiles, the glimmer of dancing eyes, and all else indicative of human brightness is gone. Colors leeched from everything leave shadows and emotion dull-gray in their absence. Time is a void. A moment feels eternal. Hope does not blossom in the darkness but withers fast, starving for what only the sun can offer. As its petals turn to dust, fear blows in and sweeps the remnants away. The soul succumbs by degrees to nightmares emboldened by the dead of night. All is lost! All is lost! The wretched sun, repulsed by our nothingness, has abandoned the lives in its care! And then the eyes open wide, seeing mountains take shape on the horizon.” PoetryNightFearDarknessSunPoemDawnRichelle GoodrichRichelle E GoodrichRichelleHopelessnessDiscouragementDead Of NightBefore The Dawn Book:Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year