At first, he wept as his sight grew dim,
The world dissolved at the edge of him.
Flesh unwound in twisting streams,
His eyes consumed by shifting dreams.

His body warped, his vision died,
Once he fought, now, he abides.
No longer bound by light or land,
He drifts within a formless hand.

The dark he feared is warm and deep,
A silent place where echoes sleep.
No longer lost, no longer torn,
In blindness, he is reborn.