Pure joy,
so good, so wonderful
just the memory makes my heart soar
I can still feel the wind
as cold as the snow
and the ice all around us
as it rushed through my hair
as I spun around, twirling,
my mind spinning, whirling
reveling in the new revelation
And the yellow light, spilling
from the windows and doors
and the darkness that glittered
with crystal stars up above

In a vault
no way out.
Screams,
echoing madly.

A Light,
at the far end.
It frightens,
and draws me.

A Darkness,
holding me back.
I struggle,
but cannot move.

The Light,
it beckons me.
To draw nearer,
but I am held tight.

I scream,
not a cry of despair.
But a cry for help.