A Voice From The Dark Poem by Mary Champion

Deep in the dungeon of despair,
in pain too much for me to bear,
a sound cuts through my agony -
a Voice from the dark is calling me.

Is this madness taking hold?
Where is the life I once controlled?
Is reason weakening its grip?
The mask I wear begins to slip
and underneath I face at last
the implications of my past.

'Know thyself! ' the Voice proclaims.
'Drop the act and learn the names
that you have worn through life's sore trials.
Open up your memory files.
When you break the code you'll see
how you and all men can be free.'

Despite my doubts, I do as bid -
unearth the truths that once I hid,
begin to understand the pain,
accept that I am not insane.
 
Long years have passed and I have writ
the Truth as I have witnessed it.
The storm is over, now I drift -
through clinging clouds of arcane mist.
The final answers still I seek,
but the Voice from the dark declines speak