Lost and Found

Fear not, as You will feel no fear
When Darkness numbs Your senses
Gently wrapping Your very soul
With its moonlight silver.

Like a traveler lost,
Weary and hopeful of some warm rest,
Step over that inviting threshold
Of what is Darkness' own nest.

Welcoming and bright at first,
Windows shining with so wanted light,
Seek the refuge there from the bitter cold,
From the emptiness of the barren night.

Like a soul lost,
Wandering, searching, following a distant call,
Step over that final threshold
Into Darkness' own Hall.